I'll Give Him an "A" for Effort

Found this in my mailbox this morning from a Mr. "Penis Enlargement".

HELP! I’m currently being held prisoner by the Russian mafia xyzrxyz penis enlargement xyzrxyz and being forced to post spam comments on blogs! If you don’t approve this they will kill me. xyzrxyz penis enlargement xyzrxyz They’re coming back now. Please send help!

I feel bad for him and his sister, "Breast". What awkward names. But I'll give him bonus points for an original sales pitch. Regrettably, I won't be sharing his link with you.


 

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