Sunday, March 23, 2014

It's All Rock 'n Roll With Music Added

Sometimes, gibberish really IS the best response.

Here's an email I got from; what would YOU do with this?

Good Day.
 
Please let me know if you were in receipt of my previous communique posted to you. This is regarding your partnership and assistance to help certify a piece of document in your area which conforms to the supposed care-taker to certain financial proceeds that requires an immediate claimant before appropriation process is established by the financial and securities firm.

Further information will be forwarded to you on receipt of your confirmation.

With Regards
Mr.Hamza Gokhan 
 
Honestly, this bozoid sent me nothing heretofore, five, six, or any other time.  But let's not disappoint him by failing to acknowledge; indeed, let's acknowledge by turning his email to gibberish:
 
 


Good Day.
 
Please let me know if you were in receipt of my previous communique posted to you. This is regarding your partnership and assistance to help certify that a piece of swampland in Florida, transported telekinetically to Detroit, Michigan, officially annointed in deer piss and then sanctified by a spit over the left shoulder of a low information zombie named Pelosi, is in fact the site of a future Walmart; OR, to be declared a protected class under the Obama-initiated Federal Endangered Feces Act, which is pretty much what protects everything coming out of the Obama regime to date. 

This pre-supposes that constipation is not the supreme act of anal retention, and a host of other subliminal requisites that are generally non sequitur if actually read, which is what most people don't do before signing onto something, since disclaimers are generally so lawyeresque and boring-ese to examine closely. 

And if you chose not to respond, a pox on all your flushing toilets.

More can be learned in an unremarkable piece of document in your area which conforms to nothing making much in the way of sense, but at 2700 pages in length, was writ by the same moron that wrote the ACA in Klingon, forcing a hefty translation fee before publication.  Therein one will find the usual disclaimesque-ees about stuff like post horkum tookum, ad hoc snortum, e pluribus advil, and decorkum injurious flatus, aka the supposed care-taker to certain financial proceeds that requires an immediate claimant before appropriation process is established by the financial and securities firm.
 


Further information will be forwarded to you on receipt of your confirmation.
 

With Regards
Mr.Hamza Gokhan
A Mongolian Cambodian fronting as a Muslim Atheist named Bob  
 
 
Ol' HamzaCheese then makes two mistakes:  (a) he read what I dun to his email, Ma, and (b) he responds with this:
 
what is the meaning brother?  
 
It is whatever you choose herein to interpret to be, up to an including a colostomy bag.  Most stores won't appreciate you bringing your colostomy bag to sack groceries, unless all you're buying is sh**.  Then it's okay.  Either way, it's all rock 'n roll with music added.
 
And that put an end to a 'brotherhood' that never was  ;-)
 

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4 Comments:

Blogger Sandee said...

They just don't get you. You get them, but they just don't get you. Bwahahahahahahaha.

Have a fabulous day. My best to Seymour. :)

23 March, 2014 10:08  
Anonymous Debbie said...

Speaking of deer pee, that is a big business making tons of money. I saw something on TV about it, just two guys, brothers I think, not sure ... collect, bottle, sell the stuff. What a country

Debbie
Right Truth
http://www.righttruth.typepad.com

24 March, 2014 16:01  
Blogger Serena said...

You know what's scary? My head is so scrambled by the Winter From Hell that I can almost translate gibberish. Lord help me if I start speaking it.;-)

25 March, 2014 15:35  
Blogger Skunkfeathers said...

Dear Anonymous: yes, I do. Last time I farted in an elevator and walked out as someone walked in. It lasted only 'til the door shut, though.

27 March, 2014 05:18  

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