...that my dad sent me this email:
I am trying to sell a bed frame I recently purchased. I ordered it over the Internet - it was a bit of an impulse buy. Now that it's arrived, I realize that it doesn't go with any of my other oak furniture. I can't send it back. The bed frame is 100% hand carved and imported from India. The mattress is orthopedic, brand new, and hasn't been slept on. I thought I would give you all first dibs, but if you know of anyone else who might be interested please forward this, as I'd like to sell it ASAP. I haven't named a price yet, but if you're interested let me know and we'll work something out. Anyway, have a look.
I don't know that my being disturbed is a direct effect of the fact that it was my DAD who sent me a picture of penis-engraved bedposts, or if it was because my Mormon grandfather was CC'd on the mass email. It could also be a result of the fact that this 'forward' followed directly behind a first, which was titled, "My colonoscopy." Oy vay. My family is indeed a sick one.