I think it's fine as it is.
Here's an update on where we are so far....
Whenever you sleep, swim, or masticate during Eastenders, beware of the large hole above. Raise high all your eyebrows without as much as three quarters leeway in each whenever you do. "Antagonise me hearties," cried the pirate with samurai elegance, fondling his gnosis inducing peristalsis wistfully. Finally we've seized up all mechanical deities in Australia with fondling exhuberance -- antagonise their parents or coddle their Antipodean devotees. "Kill this Wati-Kutjara if you dare!" whispered millions of tiny minded scallops, huddling together. However, all holidays generate have/should vibes because me-thinks, there can be two puppy-dogs lactating honey. Ridiculously good-looking matriarchs advise "keep away all chupacabras." Brine temptations emerge through repeated exposure. Yo ho and a bottle rocket nevermore! Whereas rum has become cliched. Why soi-disant is nothing compared to my amateurism and ketchup covered collection of carp. Pulsating lambskin covers ye milky filthy blaggards! Insouciant elephants gather round the pneumatic horticulture and gaze windward, onward, towards hitherto-unseen mimes - strangling his poxy poultry. Astonish uncanny effervescence! Astonish uncanny vixens because eventually he'll lactate terminally. Even ere zombies desire your Braaaaiiiins! Distended all over my clammy clams slitting all their clammy little envelopes. So has the butterfly kissed his inner thigh? Why tell assassins of cadavers when grim consolations die slowly yet with a sweet gurgling? Hesistantly running towards Bethlehem to be refuted again. Just don't fuck yourself sideways. No way mirror, show depravity! Frumpy, yet conceited. For it's jazzercise that keeps monsters in I-pods unnecessarily. When everyone slumbers naked, pull some bananas out from your rectus! Swing daddy-o with daughters of the womb serpent. Then we bathe with their shimmering spit. Yet why deny him that privelege? Astonish uncanny ladies with tiny masculinity. "Well, fiddlesticks," said Baxter. My hairnet barnet sleeping something bizarre. Kill them cheating tattermalions. |
