GLORY ABOUNDS:



OFF THE PRESSES:



SPAM – FTW!!!

I was confident, NOTHING on NOTHING could EVER topple the dueling penis’ (possibly penii?) as best spam (missed by miMac).

Porcupine

While the image might just as well be approaching priceless, the message text is straight out of LIESNSHITE.
Quite possibly more comprehensible.

Heaven bless her! What more can they want? We can manage it all between us. What horrible work this chemistry is! What do you mean? I’m glad cigar store Indians don’t drink.
It’s only a name. So that there is no mistake. Won’t you come too? You know that. It was fresh. You never saw a boy scattered so. Is Eliza all right? You can resign the office. But you must make it very clear. And yet what else can we do? Then it was buckled shut.
Where was that friend or enemy now? The spot came whirling towards him. We need magic. Zane pushed it. But what happened instead? He was deathly afraid. It is Maple White Land.
Of those we ate many. Something like that. The texture is the same. But there is a limit. He forced himself to stillness and listened. The earth never moved before? They’re all gone to bed. Keep your head down and hang on! They are all praying!

I don’t know what viagra is, but it’s going in Skinners coffee.

Coming up:

And.
Out.

Leave a Reply