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To the people who warned me that I would get spam comments after turning off my annoying security captcha: you were right.

I get several a day now. However, I have found two positives in this. The first is that it boosts my comment numbers so I look more popular. Don't scroll through to see that half of the comments are spam, just look at the grand count. Wow, you'll say, she has such a great response to crappily written posts.

The other thing I enjoy is how funny the comments are. The broken English is hilarious. I had one yesterday that said "you managed to hit the nail upon the top" which is just comic genius. Great spin on a saying that I thought everyone knew.

The comments are 90% compliments which who can't enjoy more of those... "I do not know who you might be but you certainly will be a famous blogger in the event that you are not already." My confidence just soared.

And then there are those with constructive criticism which all of you real commenters are afraid to dish out. "In the course of that point my little one has endured with pain, skipped university, shed pounds, and amplified likelihood for scarlet fever. Are these motives not more than enough to take care of?!?!?" Brilliant question. I couldn't have said it any better.

Sometimes they are a bit confused: "I don't even know the way I stopped up here but I believe this post used to be good." And sometimes philosophical: "your favorite reason seemed to be on the Internet the easiest thing to be aware of." Deep thoughts.

And all they really want is a friend or teacher. "I need a specialist on this house to unravel my problem. Maybe that's you!" OR "I would like to apprentice while you amend your website". How sweet.

So, for now I will allow the comments and deal with these because it makes it easier for my real peeps to comment and I get good comic relief from it. :)

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  1. Bwahahah! Some of those are hilarious.

    Now I feel the need to compete with spam comments, but, alas, my grasp of broken English is simply not up to par.

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  2. Haha, I never get those, must not be as cool as you??? No, definitely not as cool as you!!!!!

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  3. HAHA! I never get them either? That's weird! But what a riot! I was laughing out loud!

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  4. This post made me laugh so hard when I read it and I've been thinking about you every time I get one now (and I get a TON). But I need to thank you, because now when I get them I actually read them and laugh instead of being so annoyed (although I'm still a little annoyed). My favorite was the one who said my post had all the information he needed, but he wanted more, and could I please visit his GARBAGE DISPOSAL site. Ummm...thanks? ha!

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