Greasy pincers far from chubby her mouth crooked up and down munching Gibby the 3-Legged Cat. Expressionless. Bald but for the horn from the bottom of the forhead that sprouts hairs to the ceiling eyes on the split-end tips slurp conditioner Pantene Pro V like #2 watered-down kamikaze moan. Here we jut out speedy cockroach walks up metal staircase castrated.
bees after my roast beef
3D sensor array complete with labels. Stealing women from the oven.
Do you hear it? That is the Gulf of Mexico, and it is shooooom..... shoooooooom....shoooooooom.... The land of unstoppable waves, and sharks. Their dorsals surface twenty feet away, sniffing out my bloody knees. SHARK! Noiseless, stealth, F-22s fly overhead, sharks in the air. Shark everywhere.
Eat your blouses and khaki jean short sweaters! Come live with the sharks. My red babboon ass welcomes you!
Hyah! There! Slap! Yes! Into the water, gurgle gurgle!
Dantes falls from the Chateau d'If. Shoooooooooooooooooooooooom dishwasher liquid.
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