Retrophilia: Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam...
retrophilia (ret troh FEE lee uh) n. 1 An intense attraction for things of the past. 2 a weekly series for popsucker wherin the irrepressible Wootini reveals the horrors of the past to the present to avoid making the same mistakes in the future.
Oh, this girl looks happy, doesn't she? And it's got nothing to do with Spam. Well, not entirely. I mean, Spam certainly helped her out, but not because she ate it! Nothing good can come of eating Spam. (In all fairness, I have actually never consumed Spam, but that's just because it's one of the most unappealing foodstuffs I've ever seen. So please don't tell me how delicious it is and how I should totally try it, because I won't. Ever.) But make the jump to see why this chick is beaming!
Now this is the kind of Spam sandwich I'm talking about!
I know you young-uns in the audience might think these guys have funny hair, but let me tell you, in 1979, these guys were hawt! (Yes, even with the dark blue, skin-tight, high-waisted denim jeans...)
I would totally wear a Spam T-shirt like this, especially if it would turn me into the meat in a cute boy sandwich! And you know what the best part about this mail-in offer is? You don't need to send in a proof of purchase from the Spam tin, so you don't even have to buy and/or eat the processed "meat" product! Score!
Too bad the offer expired August 31... Of 1979.
Wootini
Posted to Hot Stuff, Retrophilia on 5 October 2009
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Hey, you never know. Back in 1999, I was able to get the spam boxer shorts...
Spam is just pork shoulder and ham. I don't like it because it's too salty for me but there is nothing scary about the stuff.
Every time I've ever been forced to put spam on my plate, there have been small chunks of bone and random hard bits in it. No thank you, friend.
I'm sure you could print yourself a Spam t-shirt at the mall nowadays.
Enjoy your spam sandwich my friend^_~
Ah yes. Spam T-Shirts, Liz Claiborne jeans for kids, and an Afro - Puff. Child those were the days. YOu were Spam on your chest now a days and most people will think you are a computer geek.