The sad awful truth

Well I guess that there is no longer any sense in denying it. The shameful truth has been laid bare for all to witness.

I am not a real man, but merely a poseur, a boy playing at being a man.

The fatal proof

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I am however not the type of person who would think of Spam when it came time to giving a gift. Yes you read right, Spam. That decades old concoction of various meats(?) squeezed into a can and foisted on to the lunch trays of thousands of hapless school children.

Spam as a gift?

Yes indeed, a gift.

The ever popular Spam gift pack for that special someone

By the way, did you ever wonder what Spam was for? Well if you can read the case you'll find out that Spam is actually ... (wait for it) "for your smile."