On the evolutionary food chain, I put spammers just below the crud I scraped off the bottom of my shoe the last time I left the stable.
Spammer, if you are out there, I sincerely hope that, someday, you find yourself staked out upon an African plain. There, the sun will bake your bones as you hope for water that never comes.
Then, just when you think that your life could get no worse, you notice that every animal in the savanna has lined up just so that they could use your exposed features as toilet paper.
And I will be there... offering stewed prunes, baked beans and broccoli to all those still in line.