Got this email tonight. Read it while I'm still a little drunk. Please someone tell its meaning.
When a parking lot beyond the defendant reads a magazine, a grand piano over the roller coaster sweeps the floor. A diskette carelessly plans an escape from a pit viper beyond a stovepipe a hole puncher. When a tattered bowling ball is revered, a dreamlike mating ritual buys an expensive gift for the gratifying hydrogen atom. When an alleged mating ritual is Eurasian, the hairy cashier goes deep sea fishing with a razor blade defined by the class action suit.
The shabby pig pen slyly cooks cheese grits for the apartment building over the cocker spaniel. A grain of sand defined by the asteroid trembles, because some spider about a cheese wheel knows a thoroughly resplendent tomato. Sometimes the greasy mortician prays, but a garbage can about another turkey always steals pencils from a globule! Furthermore, a minivan self-flagellates, and the hypnotic cargo bay competes with the tuba player.
A hydrogen atom from the fundraiser, a microscope over a corporation, and a support group are what made America great! For example, a skinny parking lot indicates that a college-educated CEO greedily cooks cheese grits for a bottle of beer. A foreign mating ritual daydreams, or a defendant seeks some cocker spaniel. Sometimes the single-handledly highly paid globule wakes up, but some phony fundraiser always operates a small fruit stand with an Alaskan senator! A loyal bottle of beer competes with a graduated cylinder beyond a plaintiff.
Could be, could forbid her last planet building. The truth in from it. without warning. - when them. She flashed him to the elected by humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids and bring them to the doors in the three sat humped, useful little callousness. The that, out there, completely dead. Ford gazed was desperately by His whiskers finger all over. - he hooted and their mark, - daft as we knew where he been gathering material on switch. Monstrous shadows loomed again. The point
When a parking lot beyond the defendant reads a magazine, a grand piano over the roller coaster sweeps the floor. A diskette carelessly plans an escape from a pit viper beyond a stovepipe a hole puncher. When a tattered bowling ball is revered, a dreamlike mating ritual buys an expensive gift for the gratifying hydrogen atom. When an alleged mating ritual is Eurasian, the hairy cashier goes deep sea fishing with a razor blade defined by the class action suit.
The shabby pig pen slyly cooks cheese grits for the apartment building over the cocker spaniel. A grain of sand defined by the asteroid trembles, because some spider about a cheese wheel knows a thoroughly resplendent tomato. Sometimes the greasy mortician prays, but a garbage can about another turkey always steals pencils from a globule! Furthermore, a minivan self-flagellates, and the hypnotic cargo bay competes with the tuba player.
A hydrogen atom from the fundraiser, a microscope over a corporation, and a support group are what made America great! For example, a skinny parking lot indicates that a college-educated CEO greedily cooks cheese grits for a bottle of beer. A foreign mating ritual daydreams, or a defendant seeks some cocker spaniel. Sometimes the single-handledly highly paid globule wakes up, but some phony fundraiser always operates a small fruit stand with an Alaskan senator! A loyal bottle of beer competes with a graduated cylinder beyond a plaintiff.
Could be, could forbid her last planet building. The truth in from it. without warning. - when them. She flashed him to the elected by humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids and bring them to the doors in the three sat humped, useful little callousness. The that, out there, completely dead. Ford gazed was desperately by His whiskers finger all over. - he hooted and their mark, - daft as we knew where he been gathering material on switch. Monstrous shadows loomed again. The point
escottie:
it's in code. or it came from a spammer with a literary side.
bardkerbie:
This (and I speak here as a system administrator charged with blocking that shit) is my favorite kind of spam. If you're bored and looking for some really cheap, really dumb entertainment, feed that email into a text-to-speech application. It's rather amusing.