Bolstering suffrages of both Anwar Jefferson, Peruvian scythes, and the Afrikaans language

imperative. Simply bojangles. Hertz and breathmint cupcake fashion : loopy landscapes fretting sideways reverting to PAX television? Wharf trash grasping Usurpations and federal government cheese morsels. Cadavers, thrashing juice takers - killing half-lifed nematodes who, although laden with white-wine enriched fallacies, have wished their ways out of Alcatraz. Ninja spoon-fed shore-line wrappers mangle the fixated giraffe mongers in tune with "I'll be home for Christmas", when all that is needed in the world is a blown kiss from Condoleeza Rice to Bob Jones, Mr. Rogers, and Asparagus. Induce the spectrum, noon is the preferred time. Chilled peaches zooming around at high speeds in the ionosphere, to Climactic music. Ironically, this is anticlimactic, seeing as the Horseradish of Suffering is on the rise to power. Grieve, oh spatula marred with emotional deficits. Grieve to the ends of the earth and all the way to the computer chip/ sour cream galaxy SG-42534. Pish posh, ozone has its quirks but its alright, i already caught the bass. Usher is now on his way to have his seizure. Get a cup for the drool... it gets pretty violent at times. Figure 8 !

I love you

Bottles of quarks! Bottles of quarks for sale! Said the young armless and legless elf saint of Lichtenstein. A new age has dawned. Miles and miles of beef sausage particles racing at near the speed of light, a zapped conscience of a private infantreeman from the 4th regiment dragon filibuster army, upped medication for Sanctus Real's hit lead singer, "Halibut pancreas justifier Version 2.01, beta v01 - Edition 6.7bcf (calibrated for the optimum cheese retribution) ", all have inquired of Roger Federer and his fake ears. EARS!!! Jackolantern. Impoverished catholic sasquatch hunters. Piccodilly farmhand murderers. Butane. Electroencephalogram. I broke the chain. Dad, answer the question. It's alright if you take another whack at the turnstile - it already mocked your intelligence source. So,it wouldnt hurt to prescribe the Excalibur wheel joint and casket ointment! Doug Mustapick?

Browse my ulna and witness POWER!

You know, its funny- because I actually ZOOMBERZAINT! found the dimension needed to pants Mr. Rogers and ransack the pelican of inheritances. Tough decisions, tough decisions... but one must not be picky about such quandries. I mean, the last time the livestock perpetuated into the mist of porcelain, it was rather confusing. YOU TELL ME THE LAST TIME YOU DEALT WITH 423 SHEEP, GOATS, AND COWS .... all screaming , " One if by land, two if by sea!!!" . Not funny. In fact, thats downright disrespectful. ESPECIALLY when it ensues Willie Nelson and his quest to shave and enslave Mrs. Ticci's left nostril. Scamper along, toad of exuberence, for this is your time to dance! This is your time to flourish! When no one else is mirando you. When the bag of turnips has been thrusted into the abyss and bottomless pit. NOW! NOW! is the time when the bird of summer should retreat to its abode, humiliated by the very sounds of the brooks and streams weaving their way down the Mangrove pillar.

Hippopotamuses or hippopotami, a conundrum of champions

in searching for a feasible replacement for boundary setting - brushstrokes, one may encounter one of three undeniable and irrefutable facts: One: In at least one instance, Speaker of the house Nancy Pelosi has been caught snorting pickle spears into her nasal cavity. Two: Rashes hurt but in the long run teach Ichiro Suzuki lessons of diligence and self control. Three: Church services in Beirut, Lebanon, are sometimes characterized with Cheez-it devouring. Rest at Ease!, my dashboard enthusiast. There will come a day, when we no longer will tweet at the song of the pancreas or huff at the durge of the kidney stone. We will join at'once in the grand unification of our wits to form a super-wit, capable of destroying Captain Hook himself.

Majesty and finality of track- described bannisters. Predestined grenade launches, assuaged via tape measure.

Yuletide bastions characterized by malfeasance. Once commenced, symmetric assemblances of 31,238,912,420,332,212,498,298,398,639,003,332,290,333,722,642 Kix, Cocoa Puffs, and Lucky charms transformed into an Army of dried mayonnaise cubes with AK47's strapped over shoulder. Tranquil may be the populace of great SPARTA, bertrum sees the hypocrisy of the azure sky. Unpopular may be the Cosby show in Afghanistan, Uzbekistan will NOT - I repeat - NOT cease their production of Barbie and Ken hair follicles. Quizzical remarks stemming from the outbreak of shoelace fever have reached an all-time low. It is really remarkable how the things - - -- -HAPPEN ! Except for the can. Except for the can. Illustrated? No - killed. Grilled? Not at all! By no means! It is only by pork rinds' decisions the falter on the day of JUSTICE! CAKE batter. CAKE BATTER!! (Accept)

fiscal renaissance/ squandered factions of Jeopardy

boredom accompanies stimuli that arise from spaghetti poetry. Some of these pieces of literature come down by storks of confusion. Storks confuse babies with shouts of renaissance and liberty. Alexander Hamilton signs his checkbook before lavando sus manos. Grandiose caligraphies drawn to portray Squince Paladoris crushing a Mountain Dew soda can spark great interest in the flaky garage crumblings of statue X - version "Incite the revolution of modified Corn starch". Stench of cusped leather; juice the grapefruit. Do not mock its intelligence source. Maul the epidermis of its existence; do not procure it as a tool of bangarang rufio or bangarang peter.

In spite, prego , casket, positron

Let's all raise our hands and praise the bands that made nights of Jubilee come to be; lets all jump to the conclusion that Garrett Atkinson forget his car keys at his last Seance. I can perform a marriage ceremony for the butane cheez- its if and only if Garrett finds his way through the mire of Zaxby's waste products so we have nothing to sweat. Good enough for you? No? Fine, just find a common thread that links each squandered peso in argentina. Wheat; poke. Loop - haste.