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Golden Spam Cans to Promote Python Musical
Eibwen writes "For the upcoming release of Monty Python's Spamalot, Hormel foods is giving the first 100 customers who purchase a ticket a golden can of honey grail spam."
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this is pretty interesting, Hormel embracing the Python language and its role in combating unsolicited commercial email!
what? oh, nevermind then...
There is much cruelty in the universe, John.
Yeah, we seem to have the tour map.
Not only will we being seeing these cans for years on Ebay, the contents will still be 'edible'.
#!
here it is, the...
...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam... ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
The Monty Python Spam Sketch
From the second series of "Monty Python's Flying Circus"
Transcribed 9/17/87 from "Monty Python's Previous Record" by Jonathan Partington (JRP1@PHX.CAM.AC.UK)
Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned helmets on. A man and his wife enter.
Man: You sit here, dear.
Wife: All right.
Man: (to Waitress) Morning!
Waitress: Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spa hrefam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings: (starting to chant) Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress:
Vikings: (singing) Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!
Waitress:
Wife: Have you got anything without spam?
Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.
Wife: I don't want any spam!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?
Wife: That's got spam in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.
Wife: (shrieks) I don't like spam!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam!
Vikings: (singing) Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings: (singing elaborately in RealAudio) Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot!
God is my Palm Pilot.
But just before we award you this can, the old man from Scene 24 has a few questions...
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
I don' think I'll be interested. You see, I've already got one. It's verra nice.
I'm more worried about fresh fruit. When you're walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don't come crying to me!
Arggh! You have said The Word! One word that the Knight of Ni! cannot hear!
One line blog. I hear that they're called Twitters now.
that assumes it was edible to begin with
I think Cmdr Taco saw the words "spam" and "python" in the title and decided this must be IT related.
Les Miserables Volume 1 now up with my reading of
...to the super-secret Hormel Spam Factory where you will meat Sammy Hamm, the inventor genius responsible for spam. You will also be able to swim in the pork river that runs through the factory, and meat the Athero-sclerosos, those diminutive factory workers that make it all happen at Hormel. And maybe even get to chew the beta version of Hormel's Sweet and Sour Pork-flavored bubble gum if you dare*
*Beta versions may cause curly-tail syndrome in certain individuals.
there really is a lot to make fun of :)
I know more than you drink.
I can see people buying it for the amusement value... but would they actually EAT it?
I have the email plz@comcast.net and I get all your junk after they remove spam from your address!
Wow.
Your right.
Thank the gods that Duck season just opened here, I can take out my rage against this evil corporation by going out and blowing away a couple of mallards.
Mmmmmm. golden crispy backed duck. MUCH better than golden spam.
Why, yes, I AM a Pagan Libertarian.
I am all for the eating of tasty animals. Thanks to your post, I'm going to have me a nice medium rare steak today.
Corporatism != Free Market
Each winner will receive not just one can of spam, but 100 a day, for the rest of their life, delivered to their front door.
We interviewed one lucky winner, Mr. Smith. He said he'd never heard of this promotion and hadn't even bought a ticket for the musical. "Please just stop sending me this stuff, I can't even get in my house anymore!", he pleaded.
Hormel, in a statement, replied, "Although Mr. Smith did not actually buy a ticket, he did purchase a can of spam in 1972, thus establishing a business relationship with us. If he no longer wishes to receive his prize winnings, he may send us a letter at '123 Unsubscribe Avenue, Springfield, The World, The Universe'"
We're IT people. Doesn't it count as "misery loves company" to stuff mistreated captives in tiny little cubicles until they're glistening in grease! I keep picturing all these sheep being herded together by the HR border collies, caying "We can't have layoffs! My stock options are finally vested tomorrow! No, not my cellphone! You can shear me, take my right leg for leg-of-lamb, but don't take my cellphone! A-a-a-a-a-r-r-g-g-h=h!"
You talk about cruelty to animals, but what about those veggies? You rip apart that poor defenseless piece of lettuce, and eat it while it's still alive! The local produce stand is a haven for plant torture. Ripped from the earth and left to slowly die of starvation, with their only release being crushed to death between some vegans molars.
You sick bastard.