Gobs of fortuitudes

I can't pretend to fragment my ornate games anymore. Frankincense is not to be taken lightly with gravy boat replacement therapy. Man, all this talk of gravy makes me peckish. Could you interrogate the protractor angles for a pence or fifteen?

/// stanks ///

MY FACE IS GROWING LIKE A PANCREATIC CORPUSCLE

Antibodies

Wativulus Sentera here to report about antibodies. Why are they called antibodies? If that were the case then would they not be AGAINST our bodies since they are anti? Well what would happen if they were considered robobiotics instead of antibiotics. We would have to be robots to ingest such a group conglomerate species. If we were robots we would need no kind of biotics because we could be doctors like such...
What about prebiotic like cheese crackers.

Keeping up with the scientific culture including antibodily fluids takes a lot of research. I hope these statistics have served you well.

From the lab of Reticulated Munichs

The Clones of Waynesboro

I was able to attempt the premeditated granulated smooches which is derived from the Russian name Schlotzkeys deli. Groping consists of mutual Alan Mulally autographs. I have not figured out why tree pruning cant be distinguished as the "gentle giant" of garrisonated caryatidic. The carillon will be set to operate last Moonday. Much to my dismay, the altered mound of guano has been identified as a malnourished clove. Here is an insert of the outcome of my journey to see the Waynesboro clone.

Conversation between the anti-alias'...mason b and cutcliff

Here is the dialogue of two great masterminds behind corn starching waverly's anti-inflamatory drugs.

mason b: Come here mate. You know that Jenkins wants his balloons to be delivered to the corruptionated willfully.

cutcliff: But wait Toast and mucinex butter (mason b-remember the alias). The behemoth tainted oxford a while ago.

mason b: Yes and fraility is weightier than moochachos and rogaine.

cutcliff: Picuture this scenario...Filthy goes to the ocean to reunite a blended family of slow pokes and 3 toed slueths.

bainbridge: how did I, I meant he get in here? Anyways the wound up frilly goats came by last night to drop off the balloons.

cutcliff: get those lacey frontal shots over here.

mason b: lets resolve this by anxiously awaiting the ice truck again, and this time I challenge you to a duel.

cutcliff: lets go for it (jokingly but rather serious in mason b's eyes).

Lights dim and we exit to our nearest grocer's freezer burn.

ten random potato chips

1. I have been known to trunculate with games.
2. I have every intention of installing a flange on my cape.
3. Snellville makes me eat cake straws.
4. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can take my garbage disposal for a ride.
5. I can't stop myself from harrassing people wearing Carhartt jackets on their metatarsals.
6. I believe tarpaulins look great on my phalanges.
7. Oh but the big green caravan of garganturific corpuscles.
8. I am getting mighty snooty in my old age, or maybe fanaticism.
9. I have a garish grin and pacifying carpal tunnels.
10. Contact lenses are my greatest accomplishment.

Wait, wait, ha ha ha, I'm craz...I'm crazy man

I suffer from. The scruples in which I portray does'nt equal intergalactic. I dont appreciate humanoids accusing me of ammusing ! The main course will be a various mix compliments of Lig Bots. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have been diagnosed with Anablephobia. This is the fear of looking up. Here is a picutre of me-ow looking up in which I am fearcely afraid of.

Maybe a better description would be snarling owl babies who are afraid to look horizontaly. In this case...