Argh, I Ne'Er Got Got Bran Did With

Argh, I Ne'er Got Got Bran Did With... A Muffin Top Before - Why Now!? Impossible firm he (reed myth self) to compete with Adonis, no way no chance asthma gut busts over waistband of sweatpants, the choice couture, asper this poet, who kant's cease spewing regularly (quotidian) raves and rants years ago (another lifetime), I partook of contra dance sing, (and most casual suitable place to find romance) plus burn calories matter of fact, a milieu to buff and enhance physique, while simultaneously kibitizing with great expanse of pleasant gals and guys one must not be afraid to prance (albeit in accordance with a caller on stage, and maintain endurance) synonymous with aerobic exercise, and also act flirtatiously amorously glance sing and/or stealing a French fried kiss, yup dashing all the way out to France, yet returning just in time and proper, or improper instance all the while sustaining the energetic activity over expanse of a few hours (traditionally held on Thursday evenings) and for that block of time held in a trance, asper...analogous to spellbinding arrow or lance suspended part way thru flight, cuz all troubles troubles temporarily melt away which venue mentioned, which small number of bucks one did pay to participate among mine weekly highpoint, where life liberty, and pursuit of happiness which place this then akin to a cray zee lee whirling dervish, did pine to spruced himself up, and ready to hay for four, thus sped without delay this bag of lovely bones hapt tubby more more trim, unlike less physically fit body of today, and scant finances find me find foregoing joyfully listening to musicians play and healthily exhausted with closing waltz, thence out tummy car yours truly did sashay!