If suitest thou will for thee, thy will dost be yours.

...and 'tis thee season, whilst prey and foe meet unabashed; willingly throwing summer breezes to their own corners of thy earth. Dost thou summon my courage for anothers? Dost thence whilst thy Turk of such insolence be thy dying request? No - I shant be such a bane! To the one who salvages thou feablest delight! And for once.....retainest thy most poor of quirks.

ghoul syndicated by masquerade : Chip

Finger movements - define. Plowing jinglers... insight that might prove worthy of drainage. Whilst tackle box inventory is thrown to the beggars, wheaties publishers tilt their heads to the sky so that fourteen beetles with shields, infrared sensors, and missile launching capabilities will sense the coming of King Jafar. Unlisted may be the turkey pancho of premonitions, efforts to blockade Newt Gingrich's daughter Peggy's thigh fat from getting into pig aortas will be abetted, averted, or at least stifled. With Filthy maggot pus and juice still surging from the wellsprings deep inside his armpits, Ronald McDonald presses on towards the goal he has set for himself: To move every parking meter, fire hydrant, Samsung Television set, chlorine molecule, and sewer cap 3/4 inches to their respective south east corners. It puts a kick in the glass, Fresh Prince. Do not forget the importance; forbearing can-opener champion Bob Euchre can have its difficulties. It brings the 2 ton wasp out of its Cave. Thats a lot of venom. Bert?