Somewhere in the picture below we have cleverly hidden a can of spam. If you think you've found the spam, click on it to find out if you're right. You probably don't think there is any spam in the picture, but look closely. Many people only find the spam after staring intently at the picture for several hours.
Good luck and find that spam!
Good luck and find that spam!
For those of you using a text-only browser, here is the non-graphical version of Find-the-Spam. Select the one which is Spam:
spam ... a moose
If you've tried and tried and still can't get it, there's a Spam Help page.
Do you have absolutely no life? If so, take a look at the archive of Old Spam entries.
Here's what other people have said:
|Happy birthday, Adolf!|
|Footy = Aussie Rules, Footie = Soccer|
|They NEED something. But they HAVE something. It's within whatever it is.|
|Religious people are aggressive because they're brainwashed.|
|Affronted Definition: When people be doing shit behind your back.|
|...No, you can't sue. Sue said no.|
|Footy = Football = Soccer. As for mentally weak...|
|Remember when Quantum Leap had that Halloween episode?|
|kennedie thought this was a jump scare|
|Sheep dog trials is still the #1 spectator sport in New Zealand - just ahead of Find-the-Spam|
|My gender IS spam|
|...can we sue them, or at least order an air strike?|
|The pile of empty Spam cans in our neighbour's yard is threatening to tip over into our property...|
|SPAM has no gender|
|You have to have a sense of humour to support mentally weak footy, soccer and cricket teams...|
|Groucho Marx has nothing on me - It's all miles higher.|
|I now wish to spoil every disclaimer with a joke...|
|Very carefully! .....That was on the Spam Whale.|
|I now wish to spoil every joke with a disclaimer...|
|Supermodels: Who wants a rake? A hoe maybe, but never a rake.|
|Tonite's dick measuring exercise will be on the subject of Scotch Whisky|
|Absolutely no life and proud of it.|
|Get your hand off ir|
|If your opponent believes you haven't found the Spam, they must say "Get your hand off it!"|
|Stop fake Spam|
|Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Caractacus were just finding Spam...|
|How do you circumcise a Spam whale?|
|Are whales kosher?|
|...and the Spam whale says, "Because it only takes one prick to come along and piss you off!"|
|Your mom is a food. Take that, fatty.|
|Shakespeare's Sister - I Can Drive. Just try.|
|Fatty chips are a food. Take that slowers!|
|Chips are a food. Take that fasters!!!!|
|How outrageous. What will I say next?!! This, apparently.|
|#DeadCantsuetheLiving. Joseph, father of 'God' was actually a Nazi supporter. Lil known.|
|That's true. VERY true. But he did say nothing of the play. Death B Bitchy|
|Richard III never said, "A Spam sandwich, a Spam sandwich, my kingdom for a Spam sandwich".|
|How does one become a pimp?|
|Your mom is a melted Jesus.|
|The chocolate Jesuses that is, not the kids.|
|I left the kids' chocolate Jesuses in the car too long and they went a bit melty.|
|Still dead. JESUS IS STILL DEAD.|
|Dead Jew on a stick.|
|JESUS IS DEAD!!! HAHA DEAD!!!! DEAD!!!!|
|Lukewarm Easter wishes to wankers and tokers everywhere.|
|Behind the Pink Door|
|Outside of " OH Mr. Greenfield!"|
|Yeah, All fine and dandy but what does "Bambi Woods" have to say?|
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