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).