A Swing In a Sayba Ha Ha

A vivarium is neither a plant or an epic entry. Instead of entry-level why not try a bulbous flow? Why? Why is a savvy question asked by a curved arched triangle whose speech is dialect. Yo, be known by a trapeze artist! Oh a mighty wrath of a single aromatic hydrocarbon air. Wonderful. Great. The tap tap tapping of a whirlpool is very enigmatic isn't it ? But a single ladle lord of custard custodians is a pilot engineering feat. Open to discussion on a boating plate. Interesting. Suppose a shark would come to the supper table. Big high top. Good. But a top barging top hat is very amusing and clever. Speaks to the dead. Communicates with animals. And spins along a road hollering a hound tune. In a haze of lights. Wow. It is not to be considered normal when a pig visits a public house. Full of puzzles and pubescence pubes. Development of deviant cutlery drawers and essences of distinguished tongues. Oh how quaint. Radiuses are to be drawn in a pink pen. And numbers on a list are very very very very very revelational indeed. So take a bow. And a curtsey and clean ears out with a wooded spoon. Baste a beast. Testicular formation of rice. Hahahaha and a swollen souk. Swelling swimming spun spinning sharks saying shite songs. Haha and a worm in a cloak with outstretched arms. Xxxxx colonic irrigation. Xxxxx testator gators. Xxxx theasaurus. Z.