“When you see near cashier, it means that cheese wheel living with prays. Catherine, the friend of Catherine and rejoices with umbrella around minivan. Where we can almost negotiate a prenuptial agreement with our grand piano. Now and then, beyond insurance agent plan an escape from fetishist related to mirror. Around mastadon, dolphin living with skyscraper, and behind cream puff are what made America great! Catherine, although somewhat soothed by taxidermist around mortician and fighter pilot over. Madstone bateau conway turnout!
“Where we can thoroughly play pinochle with our wedding dress? Cataclysm railhead faustian chairwomen tat bullock boyish.”
That is, without doubt, the coolest spam I have received. Ever. It’s some sort of… post-modern cut-up, stream-of-conscious butt-soup.
In other news, my still-fresh Civ3 game is coming along well. Am on a continent with the Germans and the English. This would be fine and dandy, except that the continent is only big enough for two civilizations — not three. Someone’s borders are going to have to give to make room for my blossoming empire and, blessings be to geography, it’s to be the Germans…