Relax, It's Just Spam...

"Are you ashamed of your small tool?" was the message in my Spam folder.

Yes, sadly, yes, I am. How did it know? Was the Spam folder able to read my mind? Was it sending me a divine message from the Universe? Maybe...

The next message in my Spam folder was "Unlimited Pleasure at an 83% discount."

Now, I ask you, who doesn't want "Unlimited Pleasure?" Especially at an 83% discount.

I instinctively found myself reaching for my wallet before the spell was broken by the next Spam email in my box, "Order excellent replicas and receive them quickly and 100% discreet."

This message sent my mind whirling like a dervish. Replicas of what? And why the need for secrecy? Whatever it was, I knew I'd be the one explaining to some government agency type that "I was just holding it for a friend," before being whisked away to prison where the naked truth about my small tool would be revealed.