A sightly he-she sat by and said, "Hey Slosh, I jotted down the ROTC training instructions on your vest. I found it at the gym."

It used to be a whale. Has since become a cesspool of mossy and cogent lymph oil so the dudes over there could pave it.

An addition sign might call Pete, a three foot tall CEO.

And I'm TNTing a forgotten rut in Minsk, whose population is weary of the President's ten stys.

A nude that way a ways is engineering or dotting a quilt. I got shot as he handed a hen to a ho with his cereal covered shin with a pine cone covered in nuts. Wrap your head around that paradox.

Bob was foaming up suds in the sink and said, "Ye a chic spell wit' gene tripe six! Eureka!"

Chide I? Not so, my son, six times.

A Finnish golf caddy and a corn cob with a fresh coat of wood finish watched Sue slyly as a card castle town was topped off with a hoof.

Lava flows doth scheme in this pot. What a fancy mop you seem to have there.

Pre-existing conditions.

A chef edited the Semptember edition of "The Hatchet" news magazine which included an article about skin cancer being caused by tanning beds. The wages of recent sin were tugging bad at his soul.

I joined the row of healers, and high voltage goo, by God. But it was against my will, don't worry.

This coal plant powers Lynn's keys in a way I'd say identified that rhino over there as William Ayers. A rhino with fur, Jehosephat, I swear.

It's all garbage isn't it? You don't have to answer.

Somehow I managed to give you the version without correct spelling, but you get the idea.

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