22/07/2013 - GAMUT

Gamut is for all the stories she neglected to throw out of the pastiche.

Gamut is for being proud of all the friends achieved during Christmas specials.

Gamut is far from giving in to pride.

Gamut is slamming the drudgery into American shtick, nice and squirmy.

Gamut is fuzzy.

Gamut is a frenzy of Californian proportion, fancy that.

Gamut is actor/producer/director credit but not writer because that would invalidate his creative juices.

Gamut is around and around and around and around the stormy drain darling.

Gamut goes around the Satanic gargled storyline with accentuated villains.

Gamut prizes the doctorate of his historical setting.

Gamut involves a healthy amount of research minus salad tongs.

Gamut splits the Papadum like a worldwide fiddle.

Gamut rained for half a century when you weren't even born.

Gamut dazzles the revelry with the enemies' flashy badges.

Gamut goes out of its way to live in the moment so that he can stare at the standard agency.

Gamut is an adjective.

Gamut combines the old man and his lawnmower.

Gamut larks about in khaki pants.

Gamut makes for a fine letter in a citadel prison.

Gamut lies dreaming with imposition nestled between its shoulder blades.

Gamut marks the passage of every living sedimentary beast.

Gamut crosses the plant with its own incessant farce.

Gamut is a galaxy.

Gamut constantly finds itself in fuddy duddy holes.

Gamut is Jewish in its talents.

Gamut has a question from the floor.

Gamut wants to be specific but is just too minor.

Gamut gives in.

Gamut likes addiction.

Gamut hosts horrific hate parades as wholesome whores heap up on the harlequin haste.

Gamut loses itself with carnivorous magic.

Gamut finds itself with comicality and French footsteps.

Gamut winds down the window.

Gamut winds down the window.

Gamut winds down the window.

Gamut gladdens the herpes.

Gamut layers the old man with wedding invitations.

Gamut lies dreaming with imposition.

Gamut planes down the window sill.

Gamut parties with cricketers.

Gamut slaughters umpires.

Gamut is a flurry.

Gamut is directorial to a crumpet.

Gamut is a fabulous landscape to review the Writer's Workshop wrangled down to the prehistoric bullion of gold.

Gamut arrived from Crete.

Gamut likes the master plan but opts for the stammer.

Gamut flips eulogies whenever the affectation walks through the entire panel thus far.

Gamut is alternative like a cleaned up potato.

Gamut wears reeking fabric.

Gamut runs expletives with old calculators.

Gamut spanks hard.

Gamut talks talkies.

Gamut says wowser.

Gamut gets deeply personal and involves the dragged and bedraggled temporal scones with final expression and appropriate movements from thereon.

Gamut makes twenty something to be celebrated.

Gamut respects the idiomatic lisp of agriculture but doesn't find it in it's heart to forgive the wake-up call.

Gamut writes life for itself.

Gamut stifles the sales figures with blameless corruption.

Gamut makes for good swag.

Gamut autographs the sharp end.

Gamut autographs the sharpened end.

Gamut tastes of graphite.

Gamut eats punk culture.

Gamut struggles on the chains.

Gamut taxes.

Gamut.

Gamut.

Well.