Welsh people keep emailing my bulk folder.
To whit:
Pooor Gmay Bkoy Squcking GIGANTCBOCK In BkathtubMI believe this is the first line of the Lord's Prayer in Welsh.
io offers up a truly pithy subject line:
*mcLsb c0k"This may be Scots Gaelic. Not sure.
Meanwhile,
“ Il, writes
²³¹¿µÄ¨èÜ· The last known speaker of Manx has contacted me! Honored, I am.
Ah, me. To live in an age that an anonymous Basque correspondent reaches out electronically to a foreign across the sea such as my self, with the poignant cry rendered in his mother tongue:
"Ydoung HOQTGURLS In Jeans Tshong Swhowing On Vgoyeur Cham"!What on earth is happening in the Basquish Lands that a lone Basquish
locutor feels the need to contact me, a distant doofus. Animals!
Whoever you are, O Brave Basque, I will do what I can to ensure that the hoqtgurls will vgoyeur on chams, the best chams that money can buy, just as soon as I find out what chams are.
Thankfully,
Arantxa Vanhoose, a kindly Internet stranger, has assured via email that "She will make the night memorable for lifetime!!!!"
It's nice to know someone out there is looking out for me.
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