Spam, Horses and Evolution

Oh, how I hate spam. I really do.

I never open spam, but I do read the titles so I know to delete it right away. And, I do have some pretty good spam filters, so I only get it occasionally (never at my home address, almost never at work – though I have a chance to help someone launder money into the US and in return he will make me rich – and once per week in my web account (always get it on Monday).

And I think the spam I get is from the same source (always a different web server, probably spoofed). And the subject line always makes me uncomfortable. You see, it is from a site that has pictures of bestiality. When writing my super hero entry the other day, I thought of one super hero I did not include – Underdog. Well, I probably thought of a few, but I did not include him because, well, bestiality is just gross. Loreli mentioned people saying "ew" at her gay porn stuff, and I hope people think "ew" at this. And "ew", not ewe (ewe, promounced you, is a female sheep for those of you who did not major in animal husbandry)! I learned about animal husbandry from a line in Doc Hollywood.

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Nancy Lee: There's something else I wanted to ask you. Do doctors know more about...sex than normal people?

Ben: I need...I need some ketchup.

Hank: I have a fair knowledge of animal husbandry. It's all pretty much the same thing.

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Back to my bestiality spam – and, no, I will not forward it to your e-mail address.

Well, this time it had to do with horses. I actually heard about bestiality first in school (thanks, public education system – some don't talk about evolution, but they talk about bestiality.

Specifically, Catherine the Great. We were told in school that Catherine the Great liked horses. I mean, she really like them. But instead of her mounting the horse, the horse mounted her (get my drift, as I hit you over the head with this). Okay, before I get responses about how this is not true, well, I know, Catherine was not killed because the horse fell on her.

Not sure I want to add to this, but, what the heck, I can be irreverent. Male horses have huge equipment. Grossly huge. I have never been fascinated by huge penises anyway (oh, crap, occasionally, but not for a long-term relationship). I mean, if you really think about it, the clit is oh so small, and trying to stimulate it with a horse piece would be like killing a mosquito with a cannon! Ouch.

Back to the real message – so some schools don't teach Evolution but do teach something that didn't happen about C the Great and a horse. There is something rotten in Denmark – but for the love of Pete, don't mount it, take a picture of it and spam me!