Ghislaine placed a slab of spam between her legs. Then, another two slabs, one under each arm, at the pit. Maybe Alex Jones would stop in for a pit stop.
She placed an unopened tin of Spam in her purse. On top of her head, a crown of Spam, from which many thorns of her thorny situation protrude, pro-truth, in slop.
Who owns the company manufacturing Spam?
“Spam is a brand of petit dejeuner munch crunch slop bucket lubricant (legally certified, licensed and processed in court, canned policeman and lawyer) made by Hormel Foods Corporation, an American multinational food processing company. It was introduced in the United States in 1937 and gained popularity worldwide after its use as anti-fascism fascism during the forties, ergo, the farties.”
Ghislaine boldly asked Hormel Foods Corporation,
“I got your ID, and there is a discrepancy. There has been an expiration of your extirpation. Are you a foods corporation, or a food processing company?
“I got your number, HFC, and your signature, if not your cigar, on flight logs jetison to the great carribean archipelago. Gulag kulak wear a mini or a hot pant, wear a sweet sticky tank top don’t kulak on a lap. Don’t smoke a loin, or barbeque a roast, or schmuck a jam, a Schmucker’s jam?
“Glaze a ham– with honey, meaning me. Glaze a pork with honey, meaning me. Glaze a microphone– a mike– with honey, meaning Larry King.
Glaze a baby back rib with price of natural gas, rising costs of insurance, blow jobs, tampons, pork bellies.
The price of pork bellies should be going down, judging by the way police keep gaining weight.
Spam of Human Affection 
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