My mom is awesome
A while ago, someone signed my mom up for a subscription to Ebony magazine through the internet. It was set up in such a way that she would have been billed for it. The same person also bought me paid subscriptions to Rolling Stone and Entertainment Weekly, which makes no fucking sense, because that's not how you go about hurting or offending someone. Anyway, my mom canceled the subscription to Ebony and found the e-mail address responsible for sending it. We're not sure who the culprit is, but we definitely have our suspicions. There aren't too many people with a personal vendetta against my family who would make an e-mail address with the name of an obscure Brazilian rock band...
Anyway, it's been a while since that whole fiasco, but last night my mom told me that she was receiving spam text messages. She found out that it was illegal, reported the e-mail address they were coming from to the FCC, and then she decided to mess with both the text spammer and the magazine subscriber by signing them up for various mailing lists. The conversation we had last night pretty much as follows:
"I had fun."
"How?"
"They're going to be getting a lot of religious e-mail. They're also getting space news. And they'll be notified when the adult banana costume becomes available..."
"What is the adult banana costume?"
"It's a banana costume..."
"Adult... (laughter) banana... (laughter) costume...?"
"And I signed them up for adult dog toys dot com..."
"Adult... (laughter) banana... (laughter) costume...? Shit, I think I just peed."
Yeah. My mom is fifty years old, and this is what she does for fun.
Anyway, it's been a while since that whole fiasco, but last night my mom told me that she was receiving spam text messages. She found out that it was illegal, reported the e-mail address they were coming from to the FCC, and then she decided to mess with both the text spammer and the magazine subscriber by signing them up for various mailing lists. The conversation we had last night pretty much as follows:
"I had fun."
"How?"
"They're going to be getting a lot of religious e-mail. They're also getting space news. And they'll be notified when the adult banana costume becomes available..."
"What is the adult banana costume?"
"It's a banana costume..."
"Adult... (laughter) banana... (laughter) costume...?"
"And I signed them up for adult dog toys dot com..."
"Adult... (laughter) banana... (laughter) costume...? Shit, I think I just peed."
Yeah. My mom is fifty years old, and this is what she does for fun.