testing, testing one..thousand two hundred and 37. 26 is the number i use to fix my liquid sticks. i have two of them. one is red, the other is lead. that one tickles wrinkles of rhymes. dime store whores look bored, but i’m sure they’re just playing the party. hearty darts splice mice faces when traces of races ride through timbuktu. who knew you would be so flowful. the chopstick fulcrum helps deliver sushi wooshes to my mouth. both troughs bought a bit of it, but i’m preferential to the latter. laughter, mirth and merry dares do the trick. quick..look..it’s the ten timetables of aztec lime fables. wait a minute, can i get some use from that one? pretty please? ohp, a sneeze describes the vibes in my gelatin rubbish bin. when was you doing the tune? yesterway will till the soil of sorts. It couldn’t be crunch time already, could it? i just washed these. see? try to notice the lines here. they’re supposed to steer your nose in the right directory. perfuntion potions tell all about it. route it right to the flight path. math munching is hungry for differential calicules. rules and regulations keep up the checkered flags when racecar drivers have to do the dew. spinning and winning achieves the trophy. silver and slight. try not to touch it much. if so i’m thinking it’ll melt into a million squids. i wish i had an eye for every time i looked through the tip of her nipple. seeing a peeing pussy would mess my sight to the right wrong. long bongs dribble smoke filled avioli into my sidestream. need a light? i’ve got a shot of bacardi one fifty one. will that suffice it to say it’s nay rays of bay trays. hey, i thought i rolled that school into the river. s’pose not. snot stew anyone? it clears up the sinuses. minus the mind meld. you have to take that into account. pouting fish wish they could use some more doors, and hey what d’ya know, i’ve got the key.