[OpusatFR]

Garsh, Gooly Merle, looka here! Them thar New York City folk gotta whole lots a book larnin. Sure seems a mite different than us Virginians gettin our fun offa them thar dawg fights that Wookie, Whoopie er whate’r that thar gals name is said ‘bout us.

(Translation: Context is everything? Am I supposed to be bowled over by standard cocktail chitcat?)

[KarlInOhio]

Huh? After the first three semicoherent paragraphs it looked like someone just took a copy of the Sunday New York Times, dropped it in a shredder and then pasted together words and phrases at random from the scraps.

If you give an infinite number of chimps typewriters one of them will type Hamlet. The author of this one didn't.

[agere_contra]

Pavarotti dies, Fred Thompson announces, and Marc-Yves Tumin writes some stream-of-consciousness garbage for the Irish Examiner.