Because while it's annoying, it's also funny if you think about it.
I keep writing this crap, and yet I ask myself... why?
The Maitre d' provides you, loyal reader, with a professional answer to debt. Also, he goes on a spice-induced rant about Jabba the Hutt and free licorice.
I've run out of movie puns at this point. Click the article, read more spam, enjoy.
The Maitre d' is back with more spam, fried up golden brown and delicious.
The Maitre d' goes through his inbox again, and finds only the choicest cuts of hilarious spam subject lines for your reading pleasure. "Hello? Sir? I'd like one order of impotence please."
Seriously guys, you're all freaking sick.
I mean, that's on top of being horrible human beings for what you do for a living.
The Maitre d' focuses the steely gaze of justice, honesty, and nitpicky proofreading on the scourge of the internet: the email spammer.