Monday, October 22, 2018

Thhhhhhhhhhhhhat is correct

Quoth the Cream-puffed midget, Edwin:

"Four generations served their time dumping the sad dispositions; I've seen every one. Through it all, four truths remain:  1. I've got all the time in the world, baby. 2. Recitation is for the weak-minded 3. Buttress for and in severed flipstank. 4. Glyph torr, pressure betwixt shepherd columns." 

You can't make this stuff up. Four weeks into the primary adjudication, a power vacuum has been left for us with no tools for reconciliation. It's not probable to juggle the variable mustard jack-o-lantern clasp with nothing but your feet, so it's probably time to get some extra appendages for your closing time rituals. Additionally, if we recharge the effluence, we arrive at:

1. You ate my homework,  dad.
2. Spill it, fill it, aaaand BE it. Over the hemp butter.
3. Wrists can't fib while christening.
4. As cretins go.
5. Turn and talk with a passerby
6. Appraisal juice tactics

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