I'm now hungry for a varigated sandwich.

[Hoopy_Frood]

Whatever that is. (Methinks the author wanted the word “variegated”)

Funny spam mail my brother in law received today. Almost makes sense.

When you see a pork chop, it means that a non-chalantly annoying briar patch hides. Any abstraction can cook cheese grits for the pompous fairy, but it takes a real mastadon to greedily ignore the
cocker spaniel. A gentle bartender is non-chalantly psychotic. For example, an orbiting cab driver indicates that an Alaskan spider eats a corporation. When the insurance agent around the photon is
somewhat magnificent, the freight train over a football team barely assimilates a bullfrog.
Most people believe that a wisely polka-dotted stovepipe plays pinochle with another tuba player toward a football team, but they need to remember how single-handledly a pit viper returns home. When
a bullfrog about the briar patch is cosmopolitan, some parking lot conquers a resplendent bartender. Furthermore, a stovepipe trembles, and a fire hydrant knows an ocean around a plaintiff. Most
people believe that the pickup truck sells a fat diskette to a cheese wheel, but they need to remember how usually a cosmopolitan cloud formation returns home. When a revered cargo bay is green, a
wedding dress over a grizzly bear graduates from the ostensibly false fire hydrant. predicate.
Indeed, a frightened paper napkin bestows great honor upon the righteous cashier. A varigated sandwich daydreams, and a fire hydrant about a light bulb ceases to exist; however, a skyscraper around
the freight train tries to seduce some smelly bowling ball. Now and then, a food stamp beyond a ball bearing competes with the chain saw beyond a prime minister. When you see the moronic ski lodge,
it means that some so-called mating ritual feels nagging remorse. Indeed, the annoying cocker spaniel recognizes the insurance agent.

When a fraction for a grain of sand is slyly alleged, the buzzard near another eggplant eats another food stamp. A pine cone beyond an industrial complex graduates from a class action suit inside a
food stamp.
The righteous pork chop feels nagging remorse, and a ski lodge inside a grand piano leaves; however, the avocado pit for a CEO accurately borrows money from a nuclear grain of sand. Now and then, the
graduated cylinder for a canyon seldom makes a truce with the hockey player behind a lover. If the demon carelessly seeks the smelly cargo bay, then a maelstrom reads a magazine.

im outta here
Francis

[Manduck]

Need I say I was expecting a recipe thread?

Oh well, back to my ham and cheese.

[LiveOnAPlane]

I have absolutely no idea of what the quoted spammer was on when he or she wrote that…

BUT I WANT SOME!

[Celyn]

Well, that’s a lovely bit of spam, certainly. So tantalising in that it jsut might make sense somewhere, on a different plant … I think 'll make a mental note to read it again sometime after a few glasses of wine, and see whether it makes sense.

Why don’t I get fun spam like that? btw - WAS it actaully selling anything or was it really only random gibberish?

[melondeca]

Do you think I could get a paying job to write spam like that? If so, I now have a new life-long goal.

[Hoopy_Frood]

@Celyn

Why don’t I get fun spam like that? btw - WAS it actaully selling anything or was it really only random gibberish?

I actually asked my sister (who forwarded it to me after her husband forwarded it to her) about that yesterday. That was the entirety of the spam. It’s as if the spammer was so worried about making a mail that wouldn’t get caught by filters that he forgot to actually hawk anything.

[Celyn]

Hahahahahah. It must be a pretty sad thing to be a failed spammer.

[Kythereia]

It reads like a bad version of a Dada joke…

[some_white_dude]

I initially read the OP’s title as “I’m now hungry for a vaginated sandwich.”

After reading the spam, it would have made just as much sense.