Institutionalization of a Buttered Toast

Ten moody irate serpents and twenty-five screaming eels could never climb into an eighteenth century bath. It is quite ornately decorated and taps can be eroded. So store parcels in ceiling beams then said a small ant. This is a good clean and mild temperature and often a very happy dog will wag it's tail on a pleasant day out to a field. Basting a cake or icing a car? How? It is to be done manually with a sixteen foot ice cream. How pleasurable then. But dormant fonts and thoughts can be ignited by sensations of sweeping winds. Powerful injection of the soul. With thick sauces. Wow. I would rather be likened to a grinning alien in a pansy bush than a shouting shark in a palm tree. Buttered bread is obnoxious and objectives of objects pointless in a financial diameter of a pin cushion. Prick pricked pricking playing platinum prayers. And all the ten texts in a cave laugh. And all the deities respond. Very very large humanoids. Blue blue blue but not a business or a bustier nor a baked potato. Now cats can make excellent fielders and also are well versed in Sanskrit whilst eating ninety-nine fish cakes. Yum yum. However a dish forming a relationship with a dramatic spoon is simply not noted for existential beliefs. Hahaha turn turn xxxx hahaha drive. *** hahaha institutionalization *** z. T y e p 0 0 0 ***