I Crowned the Write Full Missus Champ Paean Practical Joker

I crowned the write full missus "champ paean practical joker" The following moniker “innocent prankster” awarded, hashtagged, and qualified wife as trickster de jure appended to alluded spouse (then of twenty five plus years), when she pulled a doozy ruse upon me innocent gullibility approximately eighteen months ago, which aftertaste still lingers in my mouth. Unbeknownst, the wife appeared unusually upbeat, she did pretend and succeed to give yours truly a special, albeit waxy wick head treat aforementioned item alluded to purchased at Liberty Ministry thrift store 3841 Ridge Pike some miles further west same road identified as Main Street encompassing countless communities including Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426, I can show you proof courtesy printed information on pocketed receipt. That past holiday times more playfulness than usual awoke, whereby the missus appeared, coquettish, frisky..., especially nonchalant pestering one garden variety generic husbandly bloke (christened Matthew Scott Harris), nearly swallowed bait hook, line and sinker, yet courtesy dumb luck did not choke would with pursed lips subsequently think and or mouth the words okey doke what in the name of Judas Priest more strongly worded ejaculation, this token poet didst NOT evoke by George, he a run of the mill on the floss ordinary heavy mettle folk thee spouse got mischief up her (figurative) sleeve thespian wannabe she never quite... her constituted stardom quite a joke. She practiced April's fool day (hoping nobody noticed - particularly this aspiring paperback writer as she looked askance) every time she got a chance gleefully clapping her hands while performing an impromptu (risque) dance, when she pulls off buzzfeeding twittering jumpstarting her coaxing beatitude procuring tom foolery to advance hat tricks of her trade taking Europe in general and France darting at yours truly errant furtive glance sketching, kickstarting, extracting character while minding metaphorical lance in particular by storm think sturm and drang madding crowds clamoring to prance analogous unsung Juke Box hero. The words mentioned above intended for you dear anonymous reader to woo allowing, enabling, and providing how I view livingsocial linkedin with good n plenty true value without a dark shadow of doubt poetic license taken, these words zealously, randomly, haphazardly scattered across screen willy nilly I spew trying to coerce coalescence of continuity, yet additionally trying to weave events earlier that December 22nd 2020, I review, whereby yours truly while waiting in a queue assorted merchandise fifty percent off, the spouse did avidly pursue unbeknownst she would play a prank and outdo pulling a doozy gag at my expense, he took netview of utter tomfoolery, and readily admits Matthew Scott Harris, nearly ate "faux chocolate soap" finding wife in stitches, he too did chuckle, cuz he knew supposed treat smelled extremely fragrant cocoa confection fortunately, I did not chew but promptly spit out after sneezing atchew!