Speaking of Spam

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.

0 thoughts on “Speaking of Spam

  1. 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.