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You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated towards the center, get your megaphone ready, and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!" That's Spam.
You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the roof of one situated towards the center, get your megaphone ready, and shout at the top of your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!" That's Spam.