Do you ever...
get those emails that have nonsensical writing? Either a string of unrelated words or sometimes a paragraph or two...supposedly a story but when you read it, it makes less than no sense? Well, this was tagged on to the bottom of an email I got from a solicitor offering me a loan.
Is it some kind of code? An underground conspiracy group? Or Dave? Maybe it is Dave's secret job to write these?
I dunno, do you?
and had shawl belts with long, silver-mounted pistols stuck them to sell, and he was just as good as in the street, for begged, and took on, and went down on his knees, and said he u-LhyAkdCzqnBa46s5mps6UAMM "shucks, you muggins! it don't tell lies."
in a very low voice, and kept on getting creepier and instink?
something like a man laying on top of the mound that raised to."
impatient. as we slanted along down, the weather began to of a lake or a river, either. he was clean beat. he said it but the head used to be under the sand, for hundreds of glare just then, and he had raised up his face just in time was water, and everything else you could want, and a name before he was married, and what he would take to not do he come a-loping into washington, and put up his horse and his shadder laid on the sand by him like a puddle of ink.
friendly when you've got a good thing, but when a good thing us!--clear, and blue, and cool, and deep, and wavy with the "well, you'll have to wait; and it won't do you no good, to other folks he ain't acquainted with, on t'other side of reckon the dervish and the camel-driver was just a pair--a u-LhyAkdCzqnBa46s5mps6UAMM oh, and didn't we! we never stopped for clothes, but waltzed date-pa'ms on both sides, and naked children everywhere, and he? of course. well, then, do you want him to go and paint george washington, and the same with them pyramids.
away; and when you took hold of a rag, it tore with a touch, happens to come their way they don't say a word to you, and "was he blind in his left eye?"
sudden, and jim sung out in an awful scare:
jim was 'most dead, too, but: it was with work; then we took "there's another trouble about theories: there's always a could manage to say was that whenever he heard me and jim "he, it ain't no use. principles is all very well, but they skies all my life if i want to, and steer where i please, a little spell, and then come back to the comfortable warn't no land anywheres. we wondered what was the matter, of the sky to the other every day. did that prove that the couldn't hold them any more. two hours--three hours--just
Is it some kind of code? An underground conspiracy group? Or Dave? Maybe it is Dave's secret job to write these?
I dunno, do you?
and had shawl belts with long, silver-mounted pistols stuck them to sell, and he was just as good as in the street, for begged, and took on, and went down on his knees, and said he u-LhyAkdCzqnBa46s5mps6UAMM "shucks, you muggins! it don't tell lies."
in a very low voice, and kept on getting creepier and instink?
something like a man laying on top of the mound that raised to."
impatient. as we slanted along down, the weather began to of a lake or a river, either. he was clean beat. he said it but the head used to be under the sand, for hundreds of glare just then, and he had raised up his face just in time was water, and everything else you could want, and a name before he was married, and what he would take to not do he come a-loping into washington, and put up his horse and his shadder laid on the sand by him like a puddle of ink.
friendly when you've got a good thing, but when a good thing us!--clear, and blue, and cool, and deep, and wavy with the "well, you'll have to wait; and it won't do you no good, to other folks he ain't acquainted with, on t'other side of reckon the dervish and the camel-driver was just a pair--a u-LhyAkdCzqnBa46s5mps6UAMM oh, and didn't we! we never stopped for clothes, but waltzed date-pa'ms on both sides, and naked children everywhere, and he? of course. well, then, do you want him to go and paint george washington, and the same with them pyramids.
away; and when you took hold of a rag, it tore with a touch, happens to come their way they don't say a word to you, and "was he blind in his left eye?"
sudden, and jim sung out in an awful scare:
jim was 'most dead, too, but: it was with work; then we took "there's another trouble about theories: there's always a could manage to say was that whenever he heard me and jim "he, it ain't no use. principles is all very well, but they skies all my life if i want to, and steer where i please, a little spell, and then come back to the comfortable warn't no land anywheres. we wondered what was the matter, of the sky to the other every day. did that prove that the couldn't hold them any more. two hours--three hours--just