Taken from wannabelikemike

[velvetechos]

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Not only should you comment on mine if you love me, but you should go help wannabelikemike get his 1000 comments too!! =-D *pimps Mike because he rocks*

Comments

[lolitabonita.livejournal.com]

Good lord, look at all the comments!

[velvetechos.livejournal.com]

Where was 4? =P *pounce* You get a prize anyway!

[rudestlink.livejournal.com]

panic posted between me counting howmany to go and posting 5 so i had to miss a number out

Did you say 'spam'?

[werejackal.livejournal.com]

Mr Bun: What have you got, then?
Waitress: Well there's eggs and bacon; egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage, and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam; or lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and a fried egg on top and spam.
Mrs Bun: Have you got anything without spam in it?
Waitress: Well there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's not got much spam in it.
Mr Bun: Why can't she have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?
Mrs Bun: That's got spam in it!
Mr Bun: Not as much as spam, egg, sausage and spam.

Did you say 'spam'? Part II

[werejackal.livejournal.com]

Mrs Bun: Look, could I have egg, bacon, sausage and spam without the spam?
Waitress: Uuuuuuggggh!
Mrs Bun: What d'you mean uuugggh! I don't like spam.
Vikings (singing) Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam ...spam, spam, spam, spam ... lovely spam, wonderful spam...
Waitress: Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! You can't have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam.
Mrs Bun: Why not!
Waitress: No, it wouldn't be egg, bacon, spam and sausage, would it.
Mrs Bun: I don't like spam!
Mr Bun: Don't make a fuss, dear. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam...
Vikings (singing) Spam, spam, spam, spam...
Mr Bun: ...baked beans, spam, spam and spam.
Waitress: Baked beans are off.

[britlover.livejournal.com]

excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, can you let me out of here.

[sed.livejournal.com]

Meet George and Walter, biznatchio *runs away*