Better Life, Yard Donkey

How do these spammers find me? And how do they KNOW that I'm a Yard Donkey and that I want a better life? My life is an open book to them and I bask in the glow of their love. If I ever need a viagra-induced dream vacation that comes with a lower mortgage and free phone cards for life, I know just where to find it. I liken it to my frequent cheap meds induced euphoric episodes which are second in my heart only to my frequent desire to donate money to that nigerian boy with the brain tumor who's mom got hit by a bus. But only if it comes with a free penis enlarger...