From the spam files:
The bracelets, believed to be in his tardy 30s, emerged weighed down by a massiveness of matted hair. Mr Shivaram, who believed Keshava had not washed in support of a decade, in a flash organised a haircut,
a bath and a medical examination.
I have been known to organize…..uhmmm…..haircuts….. But the shower is my preferred venue for razor work.
Now, let’s break this down: Tardy 30s. Massiveness of matted hair. Medical examination.
Interpretation: Late to his own birthday party and/or does not/cannot act his age. Must shave his face before he can eat open his present. STD-free, please.
But damned if I can figure out the “bracelets” thing.
Anyone?
Anyone?
Beuller?
Spam. It’s what’s for dinner.
I wonder if Mr. Frawley and Mr. Shivaram know each other. 🙂 “Massiveness of matted hair…” now that is prose. I admire good spam, even if spam spikes my blood-pressure. 😀
I’m fairly certain Mr Frawley of your own spam queue is Mr Shivaram’s cousin. They run a barber shop that also serves as an erectile dysfunction therapy center. Word is, they specialize in hack jobs. 😛
Spam: the unofficial state food of Hawaii.
This looks like the words (paragraph?) were built by an anti-Turing machine…
An anti-Turing machine? Is that anything like a drill press?
I have never been to Hawaii.