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"He has encolosed the money as an attachment so we just have to print it out...!"

"The subwoofers really help."

"Sale. Save 100% of your energy by closing this website. Close now. No, thanks."

"After she ran that clip of me getting a bath,... I posted this one of her stepping out of the shower."

Marmalade the Cheetah on stilts.

"Here's the problem. Your computer isn't obsolete, you are."

"It killed on social media yet you say it's horrible?" "Lousy is lousy."

"How do you think that makes Gail feel, knowing her only dog is posting naked pictures of herself all over the internet?"

Virtual chicken crossing the road.

'He's our Spam expert!'

School janitor empties numbers out of math room waste basket.

"I keep forgetting. When do I cluck and when do I double-cluck?"

STRIP Hambone: Computer health analysis

'Sorry, I already have a Comet!'

'Richard III is spamming us again.'

'Oh, for heaven's sake What kind of ridiculous thing did you put on your facebook now, Jake'

'A guy on the phone says he's stolen your identity, but thinks you and him might get on, do you want to go for a pint with him?'

"Gwen, call the employment agency back, please, we just created our first 3-D employee!"

Witch sends Friend Requests to Hansel and Gretel

'Time's up, chuckles.'

'How do you plan on attracting visitors to an antisocial website?'

New! Cell-U-Lite Tellaphone: 'Hmmm! There's something wrong here!'

401 Error

"Come back later when our computers are back up."

"I can't call nobody on this newfangled dang cellular telephone!"

Man talking to his psychologist. 'I'm worried that my Facebook friends will find out about my MySpace friends.'

....What if pets had social media?

'getlost@youloser.com is that your real email address?'

"'Lone Wolf"? No babe, you've misread it: my online profile reads 'Love Wolf'!"

"The postman's been, have you been buying on the dark web again?"

"Will you help me round up my 38 sheep?" Yes, 40.

Man: 'What the...?!' (Internet Spam comes out of a can of spam to the horror of the purchaser.)

'No, the Harlem Shake isn't on our value menu.'

ALERT: Lame joke attempting to enter your inbox!

"Hey! What are them naked ladies doing on my scale?!"