Merlin's Frenetic Isthmus Malady or The Great Danube Waltz Poets

 Warlord, Cephas! Kurt Vonnegut, even milking in his own staphylococcus go-kart chasm, won't divulge any traitor seeking poorly illuminated rectangle cubs for any occasion; Rognard will still be trumping haj filters, germ schmucks will always incline toward pastafarian Hussain bolt tricks, and maligned yet underscored Bedouin chiefs will oft gleam deciduously - through tactfully gutted humble torques. This may be your turning point, it may be your actuary of encyclopedia dusts: tug on Marshburn hacksaw for Brad Lidge's upper respiratory calculus so Aunt Theresa sees the value of all crusted penny shuckers on her barnacle schedule. Additionally, freedman on dagger beverage sax pods is a blockbuster in and of itself for once and for DeGaul; and whence the third retreats, of fowl and grand Marnier fad christening, we stand united (For other fridge bunions that will see to it that clasped fax thigh masters retrain the grained fanbase clucking)!

Oratorio on Icicle Eduardo

 Don't fall for alarm busters because turning cold knicks and smarmy crusters end up burning old flicks so all barn thrusters can complicate sold cliques with some charred mustard and even spurning Gold shticks and varnish dusters through many extolled Ricks. Their marred bus herds all fold when you told chicks that their farts must hurt and it was only the bold pricks that disarmed Custer; Behold! Droll, quick are the starred hunters even though souls' mix and farmed custard can be shown sick 'til charm falters or blown wicks tip Pharma shutters to any known pick over Brahms' Under - cloned big on Karma cutters - still - you've flown brisk betwixt arm flutters - so DON'T quit over some darn gutters. mmk?

Or When The Maddening Slips Toward Indecision

 Whether by rust or whilst sloughing off slews of cretaceous blurbs, baccarat ignoring thread knucklers won't be bubbly enough nor Wednesday enough for Kubrik stripes. Muggle strobe wearing fracas-cave dwellers thrust Oort cloud mumbling "ACHOO!!" splits. Whence buttress fragment sweater shop supporter "I'm really just window shopping thanks" Erickson meets his cherry demise of calf trodden whimper hacks, it'll prove time for any gutter smelting hip-hop anonymous clandestine turpentine frolicker of Palestine clementine insufferables. Eduardo Von ~easily a tanager in my strong days~ can't truly reciprocate ASVAB chlorinated hydrocarbons so if you dare, please reverse and turnstyle utterly any piqued Pinterest puck collectors. Kentucky for trapper Nelsons, plurality-crookshank donning rutter smugglers snicker erroneously even amidst Willy Tavares' blackhead removal; ad infinitum. 

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).