In 1988, I was struck with the desire to have a can of Spam. I couldn’t sleep or think of anything else. So I went out and bought one. I scratched the date in the paint on the can.
I still have it, the date on it is 4-19-88.
It’s in my nightstand, just in case.
Spam, Cause you never know.
So you were Jonesin’ for Spam, but never ate it? That I would consider a good thing. My husband loves the song about Spam by Monty Python. I hate it.
Anduin,I never wanted to eat the Spam, I just wanted a can of it. I dunno why!10:22 PM