Let's write a story....

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet trianegularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore,

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet trianegularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he

[Etude]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet trianegularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously

[Egghead]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms

[chickering9]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging

[Tash]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears

[bernhard]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding

[jazzyprof]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of

[chickering9]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics.  Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles

[Floristan]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo

[allchopin]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related

[Etude]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents

[Floristan]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.  "Where

[bernhard]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.  "Where did

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.  "Where did froglegs

[xvimbi]

Just a comment: I haven't laughed that hard in a long time! This story is absofreakinlutely the most hilarious thing I've seen in a while. Every time I read it, tears are streaming down my cheeks. Keep up the good stuff!

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents. 

"Where did froglegs come

[puma]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents. 

"Where did froglegs come from?"

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie showgirls. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents. 

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie         s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents. 

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie         s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents. 

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.

[Floristan]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is

[richard w]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism

[bernhard]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating

[m1469]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me

[jazzyprof]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally (to) commit

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally (to) commit myself

[Ludwig Van Rachabji]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating

[Tash]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could

[Etude]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken

(Somebody deleted the "showgirls"...)

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken  cacciatore

(Somebody deleted the "showgirls"...)

How dare they!  Let's just put them back in.  Actually, I think it was my rather prudish cyber sitter software.

[m1469]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken  cacciatore walk

[Mercedes]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken  cacciatore walk backwards

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?

[Etude]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does

[richard w]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does graphite

[xvimbi]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does graphite taste

[richard w]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does graphite taste soup

[athykay]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does graphite taste soup?  Am

[Floristan]

Once, twice, thrice mathematically reproduced food precariously teetered almost silently atop an Undisclosed Time Infraction List. Glowing, ominously black mold started pulsating viciously underneath it.

"Thunderbolts," Fred said, "always remember to brush their cubed cheeses."

"BLASPHEMY," shouted Thor, raising both socks, way stinky though unmatched, on flagpoles skyhigh. Precariously perched, and yet obfuscated by raindrops, the wordsmith said, "Still, I scratch treebark until my appendix explodes."

"DOCTOR!! My pet drinks too! So truncate that chicken!", said Fred, even mounted swiftly atop Thor's winged chariot.

Unexpectedly, the appendix spewed forth climbing critters, spiralling through cactus walls like pretentious prudes who extract sugar from lemonpie s. Then, without warning lights, Thor exfoliated his nose hairs, and defumigated, spontaneously combusting, leaving multiple craters!

The doctor pondered anti-clockwise whilst chewing grass popsicles because ice sculptures provided no nutritional information.

"This ibex's horns," the doctor remarked, "are notably qualified in soothing dysfunctional phalynxes trespassing beyond reasonable levels of semantics. Thus," he continued pontificating, "the notion obviates falconry, which saves the whales, ironically."

Thor, meanwhile took pride in hectoring many piglets posthumously, despite warnings orchestrated monotonously. The life rotated squarely fair, yet triangularly spiraled, because pigtails lifted unending moratoriums on sleepwalking tapsters, allowing labyrinthitis to take pre-historical proportions. Therefore, he dug luminously cheerful earthworms avenging nashipears nonwithstanding verbosity of pianophiles who painstakingly rationalized bingo-related accidents.

"Where did froglegs come from?" Fred blurted out.  "Is polyunsaturated existentialism motivating me subliminally to commit myself to eating scissors? Could this chicken cacciatore walk backwards blindfolded?  Does graphite taste soup? Am I