The asphalt asparagus grew grandly between his lower incisors gripped by suspenders just below the equator. But this gentleman never knew the gnarled, needle nosed, nymphs. To those who blow their nose, tie their laces, and chew their toes, the turtles attack Tuesday!
Large leprechaun lizards blew bubbles with Gizzards. Gizzards is the town\'s paper boy\'s apprentice. What town you ask? I haven\'t the grasp of the Twinkle Terry Toppers.
Total chaos ensued amongst the brood of boring, baffled, people in suits. Clever little dander with pickled candor, can\'t achieve the title Head of State. But I\'d go on a date with Suzie Complaint, whether the elephant dupers or gum drop recruiters knew or not!
Trivial matters of Renaissant splatters louver my mind just fine. Dishes or not I\'ll crack the pot time and again if given the chance. Ribbed raging robots, sleeping on mirror cat cots, eat their peas under water. Cabbage so clearly never is dreary even when boiled or baked.
Garbage gangster groups kicking at roots never accomplish dried rice. But isn\'t it nice to know the fish below raise artichokes and on the weekends give news reports?
Corduroy cauliflower at times turns sour when lightning strikes a lamp. The improvisation of making a nation ends one of few way. Either it sails on jello or is vaccantly mellow, but what\'s it matter when spiders attack?
Posted notes are stapled to goats as reminders to milk the ladies. Sausage and gravy astounds me greatly, as do my icicle ancestors
Ranting chanting comes from a far when geese throw a sizeable church blizzard.
Anglo saxophone players all become mayers in quaint zebra filled towns. But step on their ground and you\'ll be found guilty of inciting a song
Caterpillar eyebrows painted by clowns sometimes walk off a face. But its counted as grace when you don\'t waste the precious time of those keeping a pace
Pregnant farmers wearing plastic armor find furious fragrances fulfilling. But they can\'t stop the drilling that causes the killing of their little moo moo cows
I think you\'ve heard enough ramble from this particular mammal to get you through your next oil change. But don\'t be alarmed when you don\'t cause harm to the hallowed place of the palace built from sniveling short stops from mars