I've had plenty of spam e-mails like that, and have saved a few for posterity. Here's one of mine - try to make sense of it if you dare...
Quote:
Rahavan! You'll like cars. Tomorrow, I'll solve the puddle.
It should globally dye between dirty sad evenings. They are
recollecting for the structure now, won't arrive tags later.
All bandages will be clever rural plates. The cats, pears, and
painters are all hot and good. I care the proud onion and grasp it
behind its hill. Who hates partially, when Rahavan orders the
healthy sticker above the light? These days, go climb a card! Just
helping within a tyrant beside the planet is too new for Rifaat to
fill it. As usably as Rifaat kicks, you can smell the pumpkin much more
sneakily. Her jug was lazy, dull, and changes among the street. It's very
stale today, I'll waste partly or Annie will join the bowls. Better
receive kettles now or Tony will hatefully lift them alongside you.
Otherwise the jacket in Sue's case might fear some unique smogs.
Who will we creep after Tom learns the think canyon's button? To be
weak or cheap will call heavy shoes to stupidly scold. Never
live weekly while you're seeking above a smart coffee. Hardly any
handsome egg or barn, and she'll simply clean everybody. If you'll
look Corey's hall with forks, it'll locally play the cloud. We
cook them, then we absolutely dine Tariq and Founasse's urban
bush. Rasheed, for hats strong and rude, departs inside it,
rejecting tamely. We kill the weird potter. Other poor hollow
gardners will attempt wickedly among frogs. Where will you burn the
difficult lower hens before Hussein does? He might sow furiously, unless
Peter irritates pools around Sadam's pen. Will you cover behind the
fog, if Ayub unbelievably believes the teacher? These days,
coconuts love for full castles, unless they're elder. There
Moammar will shout the dust, and if Allahdad firmly moulds it too, the
disk will irrigate within the old highway. She may answer easy
counters, do you excuse them? Don't dream the tickets actually,
wander them familiarly. Hey, it tastes a frame too brave to her
strange moon. I was combing drapers to abysmal Robert, who's
attacking near the pitcher's sunshine. Are you deep, I mean,
recommending outside glad poultices? Tell Gul it's lost opening
within a exit. She may nearly laugh filthy and pours our sharp,
noisy tapes around a plain. Every sauces strangely move the
cosmetic store.
She may seemingly walk with Annie when the raw walnuts behave
under the fresh monument.
Now I think about it, I actually haven't had one of those in quite a while.
I feel lonely... :(
