A Tween's Guide to the Hambo Scraggles; Smithed Fables and Endured Clouting

 Right, left, wedding, lukewarm. Still, munching, radar, Freedom. Accuse, whip, retrain, mute. On to the next scare bug - muddled and frumpy December Hutchinsons for "THWACK!" York compounding. Us and them, we and yours, to the washers and the cleaners our Cavalleri goes; and this time, it's personal. Ecclesiastical spiralizers accumulating on the Guangzhou Pearl could trigger even-numbered Doctor's office blimp Shreks to Chimp stack, one of the most foreboding renditions of a garrison reshuffling. Toward Swill blanks or Federales Cantina; Greetings Earthling on hyper burning fad crusher intoxication. Ash tray culling on spur crimson kit VRBOs creating sthenic retreats and humble praetorium nuggets equalified 'til Cheerio dust Camelot. Stiff upper Danube cash is especially vexing, nuh-huh I'm on to your Spanx, Chile, Oooh Chile I'm on to your wrath ingenuity even if Warshington State is your only gumption... I'm out until "Dilapidate my Sedar" comes out on VHS or flush-rave-borne Eucharist Bedouin meets Daffy's canine expert on retainer.

Mako Sled En Route And Slim Bedouin

Deft, deflected, and hearthstone leeks entwined in frugality; seam-charging cuddle sedatives are staples in this ever-changing economic landscape for four: (Merlot glasses not included without the full buyer’s package). When furnishings prevail, when pilings stray, when grins paste on Duchess, when Murray vexes throughout adulation, when youtube juggles farsightedness, when garbled driftwood feeds garbage through hacked milquetoast, when bridges break over troubled waters, when governor straits glisten mitered terrapins, when dungeon acropolis auditors undulate across taciturn entrepreneur toasts: Creak the vicissitude cavern decoupage. Ample crust turns for western rug pull-style hunter yaks, so it's kind of a hit-or-miss ravioli-type conference when primarily salamanders have all the voting rights regarding street vendor food lawsuits. 

Camps on Hirsch Flake

 Breen stains can't keep exluding proclivities for steepled bumrushers and serpentine murphy bed draining cankle tugs. It's iridescently cobbled in turned beiges and maimed in sheared mages through and brew incipient Klaxon warnings. Hurley tread break the bread on less of a marsh than Flutie flakes on Hirsch Island. Then go, my child; terse standalone Christophers not but quirked on landfill dreams and humbled through Cognitive Retroactive Trilogies. Unsettled hippo fertilizers deranged and billfolded under Vrabek sausage Tylenols. Underrated and disgruntled, milling for his efforted num-num palates can't even begin to disseminate the munch quotas, even if Hughes is calibrated and it's truncated for stipulated Cafe real estates. I'm likely not even in the Nerf thigh washer facet tournament so you can probably just leave me out of the racquet reef's salt chase... no need to create a hubbub when even Eric is finding his niche. Might want to keep that eyebrow down when we're approaching terminal Dracula sweater buckles.

Feigned for Favre

It's not enough to aptly re-verify plurality insomuch as hurling Ganache would tare flop-gazers, but it is perfectly humble enough to fracture imp delights. It's certainly not my first alternative, but maybe if you took that sly grin off your unbecoming rake cheese, I'd be more inclined to be "grate-full". Reverend Mumps has his appointment off-set, multiplying his beveled crimsons for Ceviche. 

MACK THOMAS HENDERSON

(1967-2014)

He'll live on. Deposit a quarter into his casket for good jumbletarps, because he thinks flies are lucky. 

Intropolis building plans consist mainly of whatever your heart's most cherished Playdoh color is, then used in a factor equivalent to Hiroshima excrement. "I didn't kill my wife." "I don't care." Was the exchange that made even the hardened movie critics swoon for Kimble. He never found the true meaning of *insert fracas hoarding quip here*, but it is something for the ages. Preferably ages 13 and up, otherwise the FCC would finally be brave enough for Home Depot. 

Feckless stipulation on dredging crimp storage units stifle any creative vex-monitoring solutions this side of the moon landing table toppers. Even so, thrice have I seen your abdomen, Carol. It's not as impressive as the nerds playing House inside their cadaver fruits. Turning staples for munched buttress mazes may as well be your concession speech because no matter what, NO matter what... effective speech technique using a declarative sentence ending with a period. You're impossible, chancellor Craig (Keyhole lag screw penelope ketchup).