I actually like getting Russian spam

Because I have no idea if it's someone trying to set me up to date Svetlana, or promising to make my appendages larger, or offering to buy my time share, or trying to get me to help them smuggle money out of Burkina Faso, or reassuring me that with their product I can last all night long. For all I know, they may be offering to buy my time share and provide me with wonderdrugs in exchange for helping them smuggle money out of Burkina Faso so that I can pay for Svetlana - and two of her lonely friends from Asia - to fly out here to meet me and be impressed with my hugeness and ability to last all night long.

Don't know, don't care. It's very emotionally freeing.