Mallory discontent

Ephraim, syrupcaster, estuary, revival. Turn up the music because my grandmother is in town. She tends to like the heavy metal drum solos because her pacemaker does that, "Boon-sih Boon-sih Boon sih" thing until they are n'Sync and are clicking on all (pi*r^2)*h shapes. Bread and liviiiiiing water, I will commit thenceforth all monies from wake forest etchers to the 3rd rock from the sun's stage manager for his saucy troll collection. As if you've never been up the flywheel Designated Survivor flaps. Turn on your television once in a while and you'll get transfixed by the white noise conditioner specs. Imposing as you may be, I accept your challenge. I've never turned one down, given the utter ... "gimmicks" that are the Chapman talks. Swirlies for the masses. ALL dunked. ALL soaked. Upside down and vanilla, please.