Just Call Me a F U G Hing Hip Poke Writ

Just Call Me A F*****G Hip Poke Writ Oh flibbertigibbet damn, heil (Stuart Little) let mice self down dagnabbit, no matter this lactose intolerant, conscientious, consumer and avowed kit and caboodle - ninny vegetarian, who lacked true grit, cuz he craved a ham, rabbit and cheese sandwich that hit the bunny phone spot (courtesy pit tickle yule lee of The Daily Bread Community Food Pantry sit chew waited at 3938 Ridge Pike Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426) aye red deli admit to fear with some darkly knit shadow of a doubt reddit lee, about being a boot being smidgen afrit of some powerful jinn crit ture, demon, nor banshee making mincemeat out of me (Matthew Scott Harris), whom now wants to make quick exit (and if fye sprouted wings, would flit) cuz, yours truly did coe vit an insatiable app pit tight carnivorous consumption where a craving awoke like an addict hood needs a hit ma tastebuds writhed with a bit of minor seizure to let me dentures bite to edit mas exclusion of meat, and savor mouth watering satisfaction as if masticating an illicit substance, and all the while my awareness sans unethical treatment of animals went out figurative window a disc credit tummy sympathy for hogtied eggs eck rubble mitt treatment steer ring agri business to the mighty dollar, where die hard at least slaughter houses will never quit!