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Bottles of quarks! Bottles of quarks for sale! Said the young armless and legless elf saint of Lichtenstein. A new age has dawned. Miles and miles of beef sausage particles racing at near the speed of light, a zapped conscience of a private infantreeman from the 4th regiment dragon filibuster army, upped medication for Sanctus Real's hit lead singer, "Halibut pancreas justifier Version 2.01, beta v01 - Edition 6.7bcf (calibrated for the optimum cheese retribution) ", all have inquired of Roger Federer and his fake ears. EARS!!! Jackolantern. Impoverished catholic sasquatch hunters. Piccodilly farmhand murderers. Butane. Electroencephalogram. I broke the chain. Dad, answer the question. It's alright if you take another whack at the turnstile - it already mocked your intelligence source. So,it wouldnt hurt to prescribe the Excalibur wheel joint and casket ointment! Doug Mustapick?

Browse my ulna and witness POWER!

You know, its funny- because I actually ZOOMBERZAINT! found the dimension needed to pants Mr. Rogers and ransack the pelican of inheritances. Tough decisions, tough decisions... but one must not be picky about such quandries. I mean, the last time the livestock perpetuated into the mist of porcelain, it was rather confusing. YOU TELL ME THE LAST TIME YOU DEALT WITH 423 SHEEP, GOATS, AND COWS .... all screaming , " One if by land, two if by sea!!!" . Not funny. In fact, thats downright disrespectful. ESPECIALLY when it ensues Willie Nelson and his quest to shave and enslave Mrs. Ticci's left nostril. Scamper along, toad of exuberence, for this is your time to dance! This is your time to flourish! When no one else is mirando you. When the bag of turnips has been thrusted into the abyss and bottomless pit. NOW! NOW! is the time when the bird of summer should retreat to its abode, humiliated by the very sounds of the brooks and streams weaving their way down the Mangrove pillar.