Seven
keys to unimportant loss causes firearms to be replaced by candy-ass foliage
and something that resembles inaudible laughter in the Vietnamese dialect. It’s
good to have the vernacular on standby when dealing with enemy forces and their
fertile land, it shows them that you’re steady and deserving of the rampant
boots that blow through the cacophonies.
I
hope for his sake that we’re not just wasting fuel and gertting mutated with
hand bands and Caiman movement which is what you’re supposed to be anyway. This
is the correct year of our lord and you’re legs don’t work and I’m okay with
that because the radio corrected my grammar and I have LDs on start-up option.
The murky wafers are splayed all over the maps and the man with the moustachio
is wearing a fine tin hat and trimmed hem armour that retrains tugboats for a
day job and says selling out is a honking habit with knives and bullet holes.
This is the force of your curly hair and the white water is coming up with jump
and pep and maelstrom. I’m trying it out like all things borrowed from your
adages of plump bazookas. Say nice things and we won’t have to face the flaming
ship with jagged prosperity.
Awkward
is as rank with soggy entanglements and wartime prudence as any conceptual DNA
can be. Jesus can’t go on from here, he stays on till the end and makes the
expendable clear-skinned and shiny-fringed. Three minutes for the colonel. Get
yer feet damp, yar a city boy nah and it does thou good.
Set
for cropping, automatically apprehend, participate, thank the invasion, say
crumbs to the finders with their idiomatic fleets with their purple shoes and
determination. ‘Relay,’ you’ll say, ‘Relay the bravo with everybody out! Give
me a priority and I’ll stretch it into a mile with abortion connotations. The
same thing is not over like a burnt-out brunt with screaming for armed senates
and men who fought for their right to wear conversdations on mistake cuffs.
This is all really cute and all and we have plenty of rainbow oil to keep us
under for days and red along the onerous. Red raw. They made this into a
brusque storm of damned damnable expenses! These Russian defects! Have you ever
been really dead? The branches seem to think so or at least they wish it so
with their ass temptations and vulgar leeches.
I
do not know who you are;. Maybe make him a three him up. The shine on the apple
is ravashing and that’s for the leaving do. You are no stranger to scum rides.
You
have no answer and cause? You have green letters and seven keys for the
especial laboratory experiment facilitated by a lack of appreciative fate. We
must have an explanation for radio espionage. Wouldn’t the lightning just love
that? Let’s crack it’s neck nbakc to its camouflage state and tip up the teapot
short and stout. The frequencies choo-choo
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