Yesterday, I was a window seal mantel with a window stick handle. As I was washing off the store display candle; my boss said to "bangle," rinse and to wipe with the quick bottle spindle. The ordered throttle wasn't a rattle, but became a strong "evil" battle. He must have thought I was his "kindle" publishing a random house scandal.
After I was done, I decide to have some fun. I relaxed with a cigarette hack, but really wanted some neighborhood smack. "Applejack's and your favorite snacks."
The smoke from my cigarette puff began to choke with a stroke the gossiping goat having the soda fountain float seated on the barstool moat. She wrote everything from her major league talking throat. She must have had a "painted coat." I said "lady do I get a vote not to hear what you're trying to promote with your ear dope rope." "Go take a coastal surf and find another sunshine turf."
I went on to open the back door to air out my tempered sore.
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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