Yeah, so a few of you insinuated that I made up the content of my last, extremely long spam-email post.
I didn't.
Frankly, I'm just not this creative:
"Most people believe that a dolphin
pours freezing cold water on a tape recorder, but they need to remember
how thoroughly the cloud formation beams with joy. For example, some
avocado pit indicates that a tabloid competes with a power drill. A
scythe secretly admires an incinerated apartment building.
Most people
believe that some salad dressing feverishly makes a truce with a roller
coaster behind a CEO, but they need to remember how single-handledly a
South American cheese wheel flies into a rage [ Editors Note: DON'T WE ALL?! ].
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A defendant beyond another grain of
sand is worldly. The mitochondrial power drill wisely competes with the
usually highly paid globule. The skyscraper of the bartender flies into
a rage, because a precise girl scout throws a phony chestnut at a
spider. Indeed, a girl scout near the recliner laughs and drinks all
night with the girl scout related to a fairy [ Editor's Note: True story. ].
A diskette non-chalantly
learns a hard lesson from a polar bear from an ocean. The cantankerous
pickup truck learns a hard lesson from some CEO near the tape recorder.
[ Oh snap! ] When a hockey player is geosynchronous, the photon goes deep sea
fishing with the precise blithe spirit. A psychotic wheelbarrow makes
love to a pickup truck. When the pathetic grand piano is feline, the
tornado overwhelmingly makes love to the crank case of some traffic
light [ Editor's Note: ... ].
Now and then, a movie theater conquers
an annoying mating ritual [ Yup. Thank you, Weatherford High School, for making The Lion King 'R.' Don't think I've forgotten. ]. The anomaly toward the cloud formation
hesitates, because a garbage can around some tomato non-chalantly
organizes an abstraction about the razor blade [ No! ].
A pork chop defined by
a razor blade, another tomato, and some cyprus mulch living with a
cowboy are what made America great! Any plaintiff can carelessly
require assistance from a skinny cashier, but it takes a real scooby
snack to dance with the power drill [ Darn right. ]. Now and then, the fairy toward
some short order cook knows a mating ritual.
A garbage can related to a steam
engine trembles, or a buzzard of a dolphin writes a love letter to a
dust bunny about a buzzard. A blithe spirit near another parking lot
starts reminiscing about lost glory, but a demon for a globule lazily
cooks cheese grits for a paycheck toward a minivan. The football team
inside some warranty returns home, or the almost burly food stamp
graduates from an abstraction defined by a hydrogen atom. A buzzard
panics, and a razor blade of the tabloid earns frequent flier miles;
however, the hole puncher of a paycheck teaches a college-educated
traffic light.
[ Yeah, you go, you hole puncher of a paycheck.. you TEACH
that college-educated traffic light. One year of undergrad and they
think they know everything about demon globules and hydogen
cocker spaniel atoms. Yeesh. ]
The psychotic judge slyly borrows money from the
temporal food stamp, because the cocker spaniel pours freezing cold
water on the wedding dress."
. . .
Beaming like a cloud formation,
-Jennifer
P.S. Post I will hopefully be able to write tomorrow: "Concert Etiquette for the Stupid and /or Adolescent."
