…sounds quite literary, even if it makes no sense whatsoever. I have deleted all the links and the like so, enjoy!! I especially like the last sentence of the first paragraph. I shall bold those parts I find particularly funny, but YMMV.
The snooty fighter pilot is mitochondrial. When you see a hairy burglar, it means that some fundraiser beams with joy. The stovepipe beyond a tornado overwhelmingly befriends some girl scout for a cough syrup. A foreign ski lodge knowingly gives a pink slip to the soggy stovepipe. When you see the vacuum cleaner of the rattlesnake, it means that some scooby snack dies.
The turkey beyond a girl scout writes a love letter to a statesmanlike umbrella. A stovepipe, the jersey cow, and a fruit cake are what made America great! Furthermore, a hole puncher beyond the salad dressing returns home, and a cough syrup is a big fan of the umbrella. If a ski lodge trades baseball cards with a miserly football team, then the pork chop reads a magazine. When a ball bearing for the line dancer is moronic, the cocker spaniel living with the minivan tries to seduce the wedge from the tornado.
A burglar behind a support group steals pencils from a moronic recliner. Indeed, the knowingly statesmanlike scythe inexorably cooks cheese grits for a sheriff. Now and then, another earring living with a pit viper underhandedly recognizes the turkey from a grand piano. When the fundraiser is mean-spirited, a tabloid living with a chess board overwhelmingly buries the paper napkin. Another tomato earns frequent flier miles, because a stovepipe organizes another carpet tack of the CEO.
A reactor near a razor blade ruminates, but some grain of sand near the abstraction gives a pink slip to a mating ritual living with the demon. Indeed, the overwhelmingly most difficult cashier befriends a nation. A righteous rattlesnake negotiates a prenuptial agreement with a minivan over a buzzard. Furthermore, a mating ritual related to a fruit cake feels nagging remorse, and a South American tuba player plans an escape from the worldly rattlesnake the judge over the bartender. A microscope defined by the earring derives perverse satisfaction from an asteroid inside a mortician.
It’s got to be a code of some sorts. Maybe to start the end times?
My favorite line has to be, “A reactor near a razor blade ruminates, but some grain of sand near the abstraction gives a pink slip to a mating ritual living with the demon.”
Yeah… ::inhales deeply on faux funny cigarette:: … like.. yeah.
I think my favorite is, “Furthermore, a mating ritual related to a fruit cake feels nagging remorse, and a South American tuba player plans an escape from the worldly rattlesnake the judge over the bartender.”