Hi everybody! I’m still recovering from the weekend, so it’s a cheap way to fill content, it’s time for another semi-regular “Rubbish Commenter Update”. As many of you know, over lent I’ve been on a mission from Lottie to “Stop Blogging About Boring Stuff”. One such post was my emotional post “One“, whereby I shared to you my thoughts on being single for one year.
Now, I’m all for sharing cultures with people and bridging gaps. I can speak conversational french and know how to say “Please”, “Thank You”, and “Beer” in at least 6 others. However, I generally keep away from those blogs becuase I can’t speak the lingo, and I’d look like a spammer, and I’d miss certain intricacies that natuarl English speakers pick up on. One such person who missed it was Bhumika who, in his spamming of the blogosphere, had this to comment on my year of singledom.
“Congratulations for completing one year.”
The cheeky little shit!?!!? How the ruddy hell would I celebrate a year of not getting my end away?!?
That post did attract a lot of attention from spammers, surprisingly, geeks have touched a breast, and nations of this world were willing to try and promote their women, all be it for a spammy link back. LCD Frames chimes in:
“Unlucky man, had been to China that time? Why not find you self a chinese girl friend-who is creative, cute, hard workingolerant and open-minded.”
However, in all my years of propping up the bar with failed relationships, asking various people (usually Guy) for a shoulder to cry openly on, I have taken relationship advice from men, women and even a telephone help line. However, never have I taken relationship advice from a Number Plate.
“Pulling is always easier when you’re in a relationship. It’s a confidence thing. When you’re single you can tend to look deperate. I think people worry to much about finding somone. For f*cks sake – there are enough people in the world for each person to have thousands of possible matches. Don’t worry about it people.”
Appreciate that the gravity of the situation didn’t stop you from censoring your swear words.
So that’s todays. What’s been your recent spammy name comments?
Comments: 8 Comments
Rhys Wynne, the author of this blog, is a 20 something web designer from Colwyn Bay. 
That is one wise number plate. shouldn’t he have written his comment using numbers too… like “Pu77in9 is a1way5… you know what I mean
I feel unloved, I don’t think I ever get any spammy comments :’(
There’s been a sharp upturn in it on my site, primarily because someone listed my site on one of those “blogs that do-follow” lists. So now I don’t. At least until my site gets removed from said list. Then in a few months time they’ll list it again and I’ll have to do the same thing.
I’ve noticed a lot of them take the format of using the spam anchor text as their surname. Some of the more creative ones I’ve had include “John Webcam Girls” and “Mary Russian Brides”. Excellent double-barrelling, right there.
I got a kick out of “Narconon Drug Rehab” and “alien abductions”.
I get a guy that I know from some other site that makes completely bland comments just to get a link back. I did a post about how clever someone was and he left a comment with his affiliate site name as his name and a comment of “pesky clever people”
pesky clever people? lol, what a blatantly cak comment!
I have one post from many months ago that still comments. I wanted to buy something that was around a million dollars so I titled the post, ” I need a loan.” I get comments on it all the time from people offering their loan services. I stopped deleting them.
What does “cak” mean. The wife wants to know so she can add it to her vocab.
Heh – I comment a lot, but Rhys has probably figured that I’m a genuine reader and not just after link juice, purely because of the current inactivity of my blog.
Although, keep an eye out, I’m going to start a new section soon about my new housemate. She does/says so many stupid things that I once jokingly said I was going to create a blog about her… she actually thought the idea was hilarious and I should do it! So once I’ve made her realise what the potential consequences are, I might actually have interesting content to blog about yay!
Cack – as I spell it – is a slightly posher word for shit.