Right now I am supposed to be coming up with a 2-hour lesson plan for a new Spanish class I’ll be teaching starting tomorrow. Unfortunately, I can only write about verbs and vowels for so long before I start getting antsy and looking around for something else with which to occupy myself, and then before you know it my husband has come home to find that I’ve given away all our pots and pans because they weren’t “pretty enough”.
So in order to keep myself entertained and to circumvent any boredom-inspired domestic disasters, I have been reading back through some of the funny spam messages I’ve gotten recently. Such as,
“fortuitous amputee”: (Really? Because I seriously doubt that’s how they’d describe their situation.)
“thousandth madhouse”: (Yep, that could just be a synonym for “Jenny’s Mind”.)
“hardcore pregnant”: (Is there any other way to be pregnant? Half-assed? Not totally committed yet?)
And in the category of, “If I Never Saw These Words Combined Again, It Would Still Be Too Soon”:
“mother’s soapy enema”, and