egads!!

i haven't really had time/mental wherewithal to blog lately. you may have noticed this. then again, maybe you haven't. regardless, here i am because i had to share this with you. a few posts back, i put a link up that had something or other to do with witchcraft. now i never gave them my e-mail addr but each of their e-mails show up in my inbox addressed to 'monkey'. ie. "monkey, we're confused...." or "monkey, why are they so mad?" or most recently "i am looking for you monkey." (actual e-mail titles.) now, i know they are pretty much just spam. even though on their site, at the very bottom
Note: We will never spam, sell or rent your email address.
We hate spam as much as you do.

but i was curious why they would be looking for me. apparently there is a very secret club that i can join where i will enjoy wealth (of the tremendous variety), health, power and love. currently it is in a beta-testing mode so my fees have been waived. this is all a privilege i can enjoy for being one of their beloved members. this is their enticement:

In a nuthsell, each week you will be emailed a very
powerful -yet simple and fast - spell that will
radically change your life like it did for tens of
people around the world.
so....tens of people. well, let me get right on that.

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