Good lord. Do I spy with mine eyes the spam? Oh, thine head no hair, beloved spammies. For whither the spam wanders, so dost the Resha. She, fair lady, attracted to the pungent fragrance of such beautiful philanderings doth skip gaily to the place of ceremony. She hath arrived. Greetings, good fellows. Well met and hail!

I had a cuppa with the QUEEEEN today. Like, yeah, totally. Seriously. I mean, yeah.