I wrote this to a scammer in the span of a minute!

With or without the clout of a madman maybe coming into the clearest and cleanest scene, ever-so seen, crispity crunchity cream in a land to be seen, me a madness herky jerky upon a mattress, albeit while fully dressed in a dressy Tuxedo, me you know, have you seen my shoulders shrugged, giving the Fit looseleaf more than just a bit—so straddle the hours of ambient ticking and tocking, awaiting the spoken conversation—much talking and I HEAR “CHATTER” among the one online folk—stringing them on a lingering sing-song when she probably doesn’t even wear a thong, no butt-floss on and to I’m calling out you!

Linda Kaiit!

Fishy, take the bait!