From the W.A.S.T.E. bin

One day I'll get sick of posting these things. But today is not that day. I actually enjoy these automaticall-generated spam messages more than much of the schlock that finds its way to the display tables at Barnes & Noble.

Most people believe that an avocado pit barely makes love to some tornado from the grand piano, but they need to remember how slyly a fundraiser starts reminiscing about lost glory. A spider around a formless void derives perverse satisfaction from a bartender. An oil filter befriends a wheelbarrow.

The hardly treacherous light bulb panics, or a mastadon recognizes an insurance agent around another minivan. A paper napkin underhandedly knows the snooty tomato. When a squid for a class action suit feels nagging remorse, a cocker spaniel beyond a mortician dies. A familiar cyprus mulch feels nagging remorse, and a steam engine flies into a rage; however, the ski lodge greedily secretly admires a fundraiser. bernardino.

If the reactor organizes the tabloid, then a boiled paycheck hibernates. A roller coaster brainwashes the slow rattlesnake. The ball bearing goes deep sea fishing with a ski lodge near a scythe. Furthermore, another food stamp over a sandwich self-flagellates, and the bullfrog around a tabloid organizes the linguistic turkey. The scooby snack from a paper napkin hibernates, or the chain saw cooks cheese grits for a freight train.

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.

If the jersey cow near the oil filter graduates from an overpriced wheelbarrow, then a turn signal leaves. When a bartender daydreams, the industrial complex about a graduated cylinder reads a magazine. A carpet tack related to the polar bear has a change of heart about the smelly tornado. If the traffic light near another warranty finds lice on a tuba player behind the pork chop, then the linguistic cheese wheel daydreams.

Bye Buddy,
Kermit