Inspection Time 2018

Inspection Time 2018! Dum...dum...dum...dum...DUH - anxiety shot thru stratosphere upon good news notification aboot a fortnight from this last Friday of August tooth house sand date teen, rankling the body electric sans this "FAKE" ole coot which panic stricken state (as iterated above), where quiet listening affected (with eyes shut wide) Mozart's The Magic Flute hearing such melodic notes while lying sue pine versus sitting upon me comfort ably numb glute if attuned to said renown composer, whose name familiar 'round the world wide web, where his person posthumously rings up substantial loot, yet such rambling moot, when priority must first and foremost doth attend, asper tidying up apartment, cuz inspection just around the bend thus also a prayer would be appreciated (by this atheist) and/or juiced an email friend e'en keeping limitation, i.e. sharing trained, unwavering, vaunted, wishing, yearning for zesty gerund forming relationship to the maximum reciprocity, thee world wide web doth lend no...no...no...NOT focused on anything greater, than heartfelt succor, asper tear riff hick genuine fantastic Earthling my darned cruel blimey soc erratic angst to mend, though married, tis resplendent dear people scattered far and wide courtesy of the internet, one can ride upon the information super highway with pride minus prejudice and trusty Google as guide, perhaps...even fostering, kickstarting, and ushering online groom and/or bartered bride.