I look over from my desk at work the other day to see Rommie sitting in front of his alleged computer, shaking with hysterical laughter.
I ask him, "What is it?"
It's an e-mail, he says. "I'll send it to you.''
And so he does. And at first, I don't see what's so funny, since this is the top:
A spammer has sent a penis pill solicitation, but he or she has also provided something useful - an updated medal count from Athens.
"Gotta love the soccer player's face,'' Rommie says.
And then I begin to laugh hysterically, too.