Today in spam

Sometimes, after sitting in a meeting with an individual so boring you can hear your brain begin to crumble between your ears, some nonsensical spam email can act as jumper cables for the mind.

If I decode this, I think I get a tour of the Wonka factory:

Why do topless dancers say that the parasites are suspected of being
child prodigies? Hot dog vendors belittle the elephants. Lower primates
are thought to be heathens. It is said that the flatworms live with
Macintosh users. Ballroom dancers are destined to become hot dog vendors. I read on the Goodyear blimp today that gurus write poems about phlebotemists.
Bodybuilders supervise the compulsive gamblers. Geeks secretly admire the
rodeo clowns.

So, from the logic expressed above, the ballroom dancers -- after fulfilling their hot dog-vending destiny -- will belittle elephants. I'm sure those damn pachyderms deserve it.