Wednesday May 18th, 2016
7:06am (6 1/8 hours of sleep)
Happenstances being what they are have led us to a very precarious situation we, for lack of a better term, are Shuz Butts. Real quality contenders have all the time in the world to find the twenty square miles of peace that they think space jamborees should use for intergalactic ball pits. Quality knees are hard to harvest nowadays. They wriggle, squirm, kick, and slash but they can't be more than twenty feel tall before they reach a higher plane of consciousness.
Gifts are the second best places to start a coup. The wrapping can get in on the fun and, as we all know, wrapping knows a lot about building yurts. Chaotically numbing is the best place to set down on the same place as a cosmonaut. Take Geraldine for example, he found out he's a space hamster. Space hamsters think only of themselves, as they became the dominant race on Chalthoa IV before the rubber duckies even had a chance to do anything about it.
Quilliden Trost has all the answers for humanity. Peggy Neuria left the Shaz Butt community of international affairs for a younger panda faced Jelly Powder boy. Never has there been such an uprising before.
Salutations my dear Montgomery,
before today you knew me as the shadow thief of Naga Sadow's mantle piece. However, you will know me for tempting The Prince of Cameroon with a maroon camera. Never before has bell dancing been as much a national sport as it is now. So much so in fact that General Ford has shown us the correct way of exploiting fandoms of The Nighthawk Lads.
Tasty treats of tasty meats meet treat safety deets.
Fragrant understanding of the human genome leads to the discovery of soluble saliva. Pig pinchers have increased in popularity today as the leading carrot prince signed the treaty of Shaz Butt.
Never dishonestly and overtly covered in brown lice, the rice minister sought refuge for the then playful remarks of a schooner.
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