Must be time for another post about the subject lines in my work spam e-mail folder!

Roscoe's whopping massive shlong (this sounds like a children's book that I would not let my son read)

Maritza's mountainous phallus (um ... okay)

Too large fuckstick for Galen (I'm sensing a trend here)

Wiley's oversized fuckstick (another rejected children's book title)

Hey Willie check out this watch (a cheerful R&B song about purchasing items from New York street vendors)

October 74% off (which means ... what? Only 4.96 days in the month?)

Can you imagine that you are healthy? (Only in my wildest dreams)

Jessica Alba has pokie purple nipples (Don't we all?)

Love or Death?? (I choose love, thanks)

I am counting on your maximum cooperation (I fear you will be sadly disappointed)

Got problems in the bedroom? We can help (Oh, good, because Kip and I have been meaning to replace the wallpaper border in there, and we haven't found time to do it yet)

Maybe it's the best time (Maybe it is. But maybe it's not. Let's err on the side of caution, shall we?)

Why let people know about your intimate life? (I'm freaky like that, I'm afraid)

Medication for everyone! (Yay! Is this kind of like "Drinks for everyone, on the house"? And can I request Demerol?)

Sex -- sounds good? (Only if you're doing it right)

Are you still interested? (No, I've lost interest. Sorry.)

Viagra improves erection (Yeah, that's the word on the street)