Stealth Spam Attack!

I sent an email to my sister this morning asking for some travel advice about a possible trip to San Diego. She lives in a beach town north of there and I knew she would be full of ideas. I checked my mail a few hours later and she had sent a series of replies with blurbs and links about that area. All the new messages in my In Box were from her (or so I thought). So as I finished each message, I clicked "next" to get the next one on the list. It was all good stuff - cool places to stay and some things we might like to do. Finally, I opened the last one and it said:

"If you are in need for information dealing with which way you may foster some more mass for your rod, you've got to see our site."

Huh?!? What? Oh. It's an email with info and a link, but this one's not from my sister. I laughed so loud I had to get up and shut my door. "Foster some more mass for your rod" just cracked me up for some reason.

It doesn't seem quite as funny now. But imagine reading that sentence with its oddly formal choice of words to describe something crude, while fully expecting it to be about things to do in the San Diego area, and imagine the awkward, sudden shifting of mental gears as it becomes clear what has occurred. Yeah, it was damn funny at the time. I laughed myself silly.