I think my computer is being haunted by Charles Dodgson’s ghost. The subject lines of the last few junk e-mails I’ve received:
on dusenbury the magnetron
He material so hallsville
As chaseley between birdsboro
Or loxahatchee everything
I suggest we fire that infinite number of monkeys and instead put these penis-enlargement spambots on the Shakespeare project, since they’re clearly much further along. It was costing a fortune to hose down the typewriters every evening anyway.
