I see your face because it is forlorn turkey faster.
Crowd the tunnel with Peter-boy trinkets and such like, it adds to the flavour of nickels while easily baiting those myriad colours of the treacle farm business.
Ah! Faintner, you are indeed the blossom of the sky and needler of car salesmen, do your best!
This adds up to nowt...heeehee, did that a fine one on your pasty neck! Bove be his name to the markets and hearts of the catwalk goddesses.
For I like not all that is of the pleating parade and gills of men, but also of the fine amber beasts that so delight the far nights away from Killhenney.
One last prod of the carcass reveals nothing but a whinsom drive to be the purple ether, and to strive for happiness in a green spectrum of abundant stumm!
Hark, be thus so, dive into the pillow beasts lair and awaken to the being of self-consciousness, it is a pidgeon's nightmare but your ecstacy.