flip flops’re tip top when the sunshine hits my funny faces brace the lace streaming from my beam. dream sequester of the bester boogie. boards fly up and down to chinatown. I hear there’re good rice patties there. where was that? across the road to the left central sector. it isn’t hard to find if you slide right. mighty max defeated the peat moss between my floss flight. i’d like to try a scribbling if it tastes like vagina. nibbling the rib links fink the ice rink as the zamboni rewinds my wind. smooth smiles rile my ride. jink the brink just a touch please. not a lot, cause i’ll pile miles of styles into your tiles if so so semolina gets the vets unseen nuh. much mulch has the ability to agilitize miles of sighs when the sun rises over troy tanks thank you very much, i’ll have one sure. brr, it’s cold in this neck of the woods. good. that’ll clear up my knee acne. see, it does look like a bike that only has one wheel. feel the free air. it’s like a clean machine that’ll do much more than implore your foresight. right right and left is best dressed for that particular occasion. waysion blazing through the flocks of rude rocks shine down upon my lawn. it seems i left my correct brain piece over there. no worries i’ll just fabricate a new one. they’re only a dime a dozen. dozing wildebeasts feast on the yeast between the sheets just to feel the real deal. it’s quite the bright light. might i make a fake headlight? it could only be the way of kiwasabi. more xi for me please. my mashed potatoes taste a bit dry. lubrication station pit stop up ahead. it could use a fuse to fuse my muse. she likes to think on it a bit and the only thing necessary is a merry verserary. bing crosby cost me my rapscallion battalion. that song about winking at trees did the number one fun facts over-ruling the schooliun. some one done it. i don’t know who though. it’ve could’ve been the pee police or the see disease. please see to my mill it’ll till the soil ‘til it’s ill in the b’da b’da bazooka joe.