Free Surrealism by Email! A Pork Chop Panics!

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Another one of those stock tout spams with the text designed to get past the
Bayesian spam filters. Only THIS TIME, it reads like an Andre Breton poem
or something.

My compliments to their prose generator:

A stovepipe somewhat pees on the paternal short order cook. A ball bearing
defined by the skyscraper operates a small fruit stand with a hockey player
over the sheriff. A tabloid beyond the wheelbarrow caricatures a squid about
a vacuum cleaner. A lover caricatures the fairy related to the bottle of
beer, and a worldly chain saw figures out an apartment building. The pig pen
from a sandwich seeks a movie theater from a blood clot, but some cough
syrup from some football team barely organizes a fighter pilot.
Now and then, a movie theater conquers an annoying mating ritual. The
anomaly toward the cloud formation hesitates, because a garbage can around
some tomato non-chalantly organizes an abstraction about the razor blade. A
pork chop defined by a razor blade, another tomato, and some cyprus mulch
living with a cowboy are what made America great! Any plaintiff can
carelessly require assistance from a skinny cashier, but it takes a real
scooby snack to dance with the power drill. Now and then, the fairy toward
some short order cook knows a mating ritual. A slyly self-loathing
microscope self-flagellates, because a photon related to another insurance
agent operates a small fruit stand with a plaintiff. The warranty ceases to
exist, and the carelessly impromptu tornado ruminates; however, some pompous
scythe buries a paycheck beyond a bottle of beer. If the food stamp over a
mortician finds lice on the spider, then a jersey cow around the insurance
agent reads a magazine. When you see a scythe near a traffic light, it means
that a chain saw trembles.
A slyly self-loathing microscope self-flagellates, because a photon related
to another insurance agent operates a small fruit stand with a plaintiff.
The warranty ceases to exist, and the carelessly impromptu tornado
ruminates; however, some pompous scythe buries a paycheck beyond a bottle of
beer. If the food stamp over a mortician finds lice on the spider, then a
jersey cow around the insurance agent reads a magazine. When you see a
scythe near a traffic light, it means that a chain saw trembles.
Furthermore, the crank case flies into a rage, and the grand piano sanitizes
a paternal bullfrog. When another annoying steam engine ruminates, a tornado
of a scythe ceases to exist. The hole puncher related to an inferiority
complex borrows money from a molten hole puncher, but a grizzly bear
graduates from the cosmopolitan tabloid. A fruit cake around another
chestnut meditates, and a pork chop panics; however, a line dancer from the
crank case finds subtle faults with an ocean. If a girl scout graduates from
the pickup truck, then some mysterious cargo bay gets stinking drunk.

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