The New Semi-Official Long Sigs Anonymous Thread......
Wicky is leaving his monster
............I will adopt the monster and keep him for my own
I just ask one thing..........Skuzzy take your
down and youngMC......yours is too long... 
Keep it real and under control......its like a big
....you can't let it run wild....it will scare the women away............
LSA forever
............I will adopt the monster and keep him for my own

I just ask one thing..........Skuzzy take your
down and youngMC......yours is too long... 
Keep it real and under control......its like a big
....you can't let it run wild....it will scare the women away............LSA forever


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History of Spam
HONORARY SUBSCRIBER. Today's Honorary Subscriber is George A. Hormel (1860-1946), the man who brought us Spam. No, not junk mail -- Spam with a capital S, Spam the food. During the Great Depression, Hormel's company sold 1.5-pound cans of beef stew for only 15 cents, providing an affordable, filling, and nutritious meal for the families of unemployed workers. The beef stew and other "poor man's dishes" (including canned products such as corned beef and cabbage, spaghetti and meat balls, and chili con carne) were highly regarded in those lean years. Authors Joseph J. & Suzy Fucini write:
"Encouraged by the success of its poor man's dishes, Hormel & Co. introduced an economical pork loaf in 1937. The canned meat ran into a major problem before it even got to market, however, when the U.S. government would not allow the company to call it ham, because it was made from pork shoulder instead of the hindquarters.
"In an effort to come up with a substitute name for the humble luncheon meat, Princeton-educated Jay Hormel turned to his country-club circle of friends. The younger Hormel threw a party at his 170-acre Austin estate and asked guests to 'pay' for cocktails by suggesting a name for the new product every time they ordered a drink. 'Along about the third or fourth drink they began showing some imagination,' the executive later recalled. It was Kenneth Daigneau, a visiting New York radio actor who suggested the name that was eventually chosen -- Spam.
"Like its predecessors, inexpensive Spam found a ready market in depression America. Sales of the proletarian pork dish were greatly aided by an advertising campaign featuring George Burns and Gracie Allen, which urged people to try a "Spamwich" or "Spambled eggs" for an economical lunch."
Fortunately, both Ali and his camel knew to take refuge during the desert Spam storm.

Ode to SPAM
author unknown
Oh SPAM! Oh SPAM! Gourmet delight!
My food by day, my dreams by night.
To carve, to slice, to dice you up -
pureed in a blender and sipped from a cup.
What shining deity from Olympus knelt
down to the earth and hog butt smelt?
Creating then man's eternal desire
for swine entrails congealed by fire.
On some corporate farm, a pig has died.
Eyes, tongue, and snout end up inside
that cube of SPAM hidden in the can
I now hold in my trembling hand.
More than mere food, SPAM is for me
a hedonistic expression of gluttonous glee.
Mottled with pork fat, the pink cube engrosses.
My mouth takes it in, my intestine disposes.
Long have my arteries clogged to the sound
of sizzling SPAM when there's no one around -
furtively chewing or swallowing whole.
Triple bypass by forty, my medical goal.
Other processed meat products I've tried or declined
Vienna Sausages, Treet, even pig's feet in brine.
Though each may be tasty in different ways,
none matches SPAM for gelatinous glaze.
That glistening pinkness beckons me
with gristle, fat, and BHT.
Oh SPAM, my SPAM - the taste, the smell!
The sacred meat product, from Hormel.
Alternative Ode to SPAM
By Kelly Jenson, Peggie Entrop, Rachel Sampson, Lynn Hammond
Oh, Spam
With the clear
Jelly floating
on the top
you need no
can opener
four varieties
including SPAM LITE
Spam
Maps spelled backwards
green eggs
and spam
who can?
Spam can.
Who can resist?
drool drool
spam spam
Mr Spamman
Bring me a dread
Make it the saltiest
you've ever seen.
Lynn belches
from Spam
Spam,
wonderful
spam
Art thou real
Oh, spam
Spamio,
oh spamio,
wherefore art thou
spamio
Spam is the east
Spam is the sun
Oh, that
I were spam
that I could
touch that
spam
Dang it!
Chuck!
Did we ask you?
butting your spam
into our spam
dreams
dream of spam
Jingle Spam
oh what fun
It is to play
in spam
all day
Robin laid
some spam
squish it round
squish it round
I like spam
You like spam
let's all play
In spam
Double mocha
spam latte
Spam milkshake
Double bacon
spam burger
with cheese
Dangit Jim,
I'm a doctor,
not spam.
These are
the days
of our Spam
Dangit CHUCK!
Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you
You are not bacon
And who dares mock Spam?
You? you? you are not worthy
Of one rich pink fleck
Silent, former pig
One communal awareness
Myriad pink bricks
Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aah, my poultice
Can of metal, slick
Soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt
Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold?
Salt flesh so ripe
Grotesque pinkish mass
In a blue can on a shelf
Quivering alone
Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate
Oh Argentina!
Your little tin of meat soars
Above the pampas
The color of Spam
is natural as the sky:
A block of sunrise
Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan
Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?
In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door
Slicing your sweet self
Salivating in suspense
Sizzle, sizzle..Spam
Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian
Cold, Pink, gelatinous mass,
The potted meat for which I crave,
Warns of impending earthquake.
Ears, snouts and innards,
A homogeneous mass.
Pass another slice.
Pink tender morsel,
Glistening with salty gel.
What the hell is it?
Cube of cold pinkness
Yellow specks of porcine fat.
Give me a spork please.
Old man seeks doctor.
"I eat SPAM daily", he says.
Angioplasty.
Delighted!
I am flattered
And overwhelmed to Pink.
Watch the pink slab fry
Its grease can lubricate eggs
Get ketchup ready
Spam on Wonder bread
He's allergic to sulfites
Hives come after lunch
Pressed, the cold slice soothes
Eye, a black-and-blue shiner
Spam, what useful stuff
Highly unnatural,
The tortured shape of this "food".
A small pink coffin.
Parts of pigs o' plenty.
Sumptuous feet and tails,
Rub amber gel through hair.
You don't want to know,
What they put in that tin can
It's scary to think.
Drop a pig in a blender,
Add salt and dye:
The recipe for Spam.
Have you ever lost anything
It's in that one little can,
Of Spam.
In the same manner as we,
lick envelopes to seal them,
cows lick Spam.
Did you ever wonder,
Where rats go when they die?
Spam knows where they go.
Ask Dr. Science #2
Dr. Science (Doc@drscience.com)
> Dear Dr. Science,
>
> What exactly is that clear jelly around Spam?
>
> LeMatthew C. Bohne from Milan, OH
When Spam reaches a certain phase of development, it sheds its old skin, and grows a new one. This roughly corresponds to the human phase we call "adolescence." Older Spam sometimes suffers from hair loss and wrinkling. This is not to denigrate the integrity or value of the Spam in question. Many people prefer bald, wrinkled Spam, saying it has character. You should always discard the clear jelly before using Spam, although I've found that if I set it aside and wash it with a sodium hydroxide, it makes a dandy floor polish. I tried it on my car, but the next morning I found every cat in my neighborhood licking it and, before the day was done, I had to get a new paint job. Thanks Earl Schweib!
Useless but Interesting Facts
From: (FrauSpam@aol.com)
In America, it's consumed at the rate of 3.8 cans a second by more than 60 million Americans.
It's trademarked in 92 countries, and sold in 45, from Anguilla to Zimbabwe
If laid end-to-end, 5 billion cans would encircle the earth 12 1/2 times
5 billion cans of SPAM would feed a family of four, three meals a day, for 4,566,210 years
You can grill more than 29 billion Spamburgers with it, and that supply would last 5.4 days if everyone on Earth ate one spamburger for dinner each night
Each year, 100 million pounds (45 million kg) of Spam are sold around the world.
SPAM is made in two U.S. locations - Austin, Minnesota, and Fremont, Nebraska - and seven other countries: England, Australia, Denmark, Phillipines, Japan, Taiwan, and South Korea.
The average consumers of Spam are families with several children, especially in the southeastern U.S.
In 1989, the U.S. armed forces bought 3.3 million pounds of SPAM.
Hawaii, Alaska, Arkansas, Texas, and Alabama rate the highest in spam consumption respectively.
Among the 50 foreign countries where Spam is sold, the UK and South Korea are the largest markets.
In South Korea, SPAM is considered an upscale food and one of the most popular American imports. The Wall Street Journal recently spotted a Seoul executive in search of the perfect gift. The executive deliberately skipped over traditional gift items such as wine and chocolates in favor of SPAM, explaining, "It is an impressive gift."
Hormel PR man Allen Krejci says: "SPAM has endured because of it's convenience and versatility. You can eat it hot or cold. You slice, dice, or cube it. You can eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snacks. In fact, the only thing that limits your use of SPAM is your imagination."
Nikita Krushchev once credited SPAM with the survival of the WWII Russian army. ''Without SPAM, we wouldn't have been able to feed our army,'' he said.
Senator Robert Byrd of West Viginia eats a sandwich of SPAM and mayonnaise on white bread three times a week.
Number of miles a snowmobile must drive at -30 F to fully brown a can of Spam wired to the engine: 35 (Source: The Iditarod [heard on a Madison, WI radio report for "National Canned Luncheon Meat Day, '96])
Originally posted by Hoonda
It's so long it hurts!
It's so long it hurts!
Originally posted by JustAyoungMC
you just want me to shorten it so you can be at the top
you just want me to shorten it so you can be at the top
you can keep yours longer than me........
keep it real...
oh and I like been on bottom for some reason.....


