Isn't it funny? Almost all forwards tend to be control freaks. You see, this is the second forward that tells me I "have" to try/do/send this. That's a big no-no. You don't tell me what I have to do. Ever.
To start off our forward, we are told that this particular e-mail message is a mind reader. That's right! It reads your mind! I wish they'd give this technology to Microsoft so that Windows could read my mind and I wouldn't have to beat it into submission whenever I want to do something. Wouldn't that be nice? I think so.
Now, this particular forward promises to read your mind and tell you your crush's name if you send it to ten people. Am I the only one that believes if I had to have some stupid forward tell me who my crush was, I probably wouldn't deserve to have one in the first place? Didn't think so.
Here we go: gotta think really hard about that crush's name! Now, we have to scroll down past thousands of larger-than-life astericks until we get to the bright blue word that tells us to stop. Personally, I find it hard to concentrate on that crush's name when there's a bunch of annoying stars right in front of my face. But that's okay, because it's obviously been heard by the Cosmic Cheerleader. Joy! Some stupid thing made of lines and dots on the screen has heard my crush's name! Pardon me if I don't seem overly amused.