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Baby, it’s obviously cold outside.

Happy Labor/Labour Day to all you mothers!

DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!

To monument the days, I’ve designed this towel:

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You’re welcome.

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

A few career options for me to consider if I’m ever well enough to work again.

High-energy prop comic.
"Hey! Lookit this!"

Wal-Mart greeter.
"Welcome to hell, you cheap-ass redneck!"

Coffee shop secret shopper.
"You’re going down, you patchouli drenched hipster!"

Maybe not…

Whaddya think, sirs?

Still sick, but I’ll try this blogging thing again. No point in suffering alone.

By the way, your shoe is untied.

Poisson d’avril!

I haven’t done spellchecker poetry in a while because I haven’t been desperate enough for something to post.

The original input:

bosb uzxa hqgz rtyp gevy
hquca yykhq kynkm fzpin izhhb
lxj pkj rbp tok hds
yjroq kjbul qxote gqjct stufc
kinb bmex odch csnn ojtb
hmf veq lun lgl pgf

Spellchecked:

boob muzak hexing party bevy
hubcap khaki manky fanzine inhibitor
lox pike rap to hoods
argot bulge tread object stupefy
kind blame attach canny outbid
humph hue dun local pug

Edited:

Boob muzak hexes a bevy of party girls
and a hub-capped, manky fanzine editor.
Lax pikes rap to hoods
in argot, bugling of treading on stupidity.
Kindly blame is attached to a canny
local pug. She humphs when done.

…angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night . . .