He’s got it on tap

If you want something to represent the stupidity and pointlessness of contemporary existence, then I suggest you look to the gunk that arrives day and night in my Thunderbird inbox.

I was briefly cheered, however, when I noticed a message this morning. The header said it was from “Digby Faucett”, though the content of the letter suggests he was in a state of excitement, and was clearly confused:

Hello Digby
yes, YES!.. I finally have a huge penis

Frode Danko

I have nothing to add at this stage.