Regarding
the soft tissue packet, it is in the mail and making its way at the speed of a
shark fin in a drug cartel. What good are little old ladies in this attribute?
How best can we squeeze the life out of their noodle-like chromium supply
without plunging headfirst into a pit of viscous tea? Should the dear or lady
tap the side of a wine glass, we will be diving fifty feet below sea level in
pursuit of the bag lady instinct. Mr Big Hat wants to hem the under skin of
your colonialism and then sell it on to Mr Thank for use for anyone ages 7 and
up. Mr Thank breathes with every man-child he kills, he breeds at the thought
of their crippled memory. This game bears out its monopolising sadists and
toasts them with an electrified fork in thefoot. What we would all do to serve
such a dark and a hungry God!
The
more you see of my coat, the less you’ll come to understand or appreciate the
stitching of my gold-plated jacket. My mother is a bounty hunter and she spent
hours on the sleeves and she really doesn’t appreciate it not being cooed at
every ninety minutes. Momma don’t like being kept away from her Christmas
films. She has listeners everywhere, mostly spiders with paint on their pincers.
Perhaps today you gave out because of all the bookshelves in your way, perhaps
it was a brick wall that really didn’t cuddle up to being talked down to by
you.
The
detonation is a tenth of my price, a fifth of the iodine and a quarter of Sasquatch
Feed. When combined together, these elements shall cause all rock bands to
bleed at the drums and call out for cackles in their substitute ears. There
really is something to say about guitar strings that run down the back without
any sort of keys or chords being pressed. Lines of little ladies will form and
queues should shrivel up and become a thing of the past like the stigmata these
little ladies felt when they last went shopping at the local outlet. Wardrobes
keep opening and flapping their doors like they were portcullises.
As
brilliant as it may seem, the all-round brochure is sitting on my phlegmatic
throat right now, pretending it has woollen spools all over its back. It just
wants attention to grasp at, to grasp itself with and I don’t think the Widow
wants to start up that sort of thing until after the condoning period has run
its natural course. Sensitivity is a productive quality in most party
negotiations, especially where Mr Big Hat and his unlucky company are
concerned. These chumps always end up dying by sitting on untested remote
controls and loosing their tiger wives onto their panty regions. Armies send
out what they can but even then they don’t want endings for the messenger boy
to yammer out. They just tap out the invasion and display it on the broad side
of a hammock.
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