And then there's the guy who produced this gem:
An usually fashionable crank case A stoic turkey reads a magazine,
and a blithe spirit panics; however, the mysterious skyscraper writes
a love letter to another turn signal. If a graduated cylinder
requires assistance from a carelessly mitochondrial wedding dress,
then a somewhat cantankerous fruit cake goes to sleep. The bullfrog
living with a ski lodge derives perverse satisfaction from the
obsequious tape recorder. A recliner ignores a false particle
accelerator, because an abstraction knows an outer roller coaster.
When you see the chess board, it means that the insurance agent
I ask you, why? What possible reason could there be for sending out a million pieces of nonsense...?