Can’t argue with that.
Ah, spam. I hate to admit that sometimes it’s fun. If you have Microsoft Outlook and you have the preview panel open, you can see what must be randomly-generated gibberish designed, I suppose, to defeat spam filters. By taking the verbatim text from two emails, I was able to create this found poem.
Dear torpedo barometer talker, hello!
Chuckwalla. Structural dick. The Belmont.
Accommodate resistor, decimate keyboard!
Although nothing is oneself, Bohemia God.
Halocarbon crunch.
Gay the auric, deaf Putnam.
Although nothing is yourself, Frigidaire God.