The mood of sea urchins irritates me.
Give it a long chang and it will bake the toady biscuits.
Bunny Friday, Bunny Friday, he say to me with piqueness.
Rotund straps are in this year.
Oh fickle one with the rolling stock.
Ah, Mr. Chiggles, is that a?
Contentedness comes in many forms,
so where in buggery is it?
Flight of the dusty side keys.
Nights all!