Paul Dice

Ameliorate the sensation sans being caught between the devil and the dark blue sea, This tethered to the oblate spheroid earthling doth strive toward savoir-faire re: As the fickle finger of fate flicks this mortal being hither and yon inducing a que zee ripcord backlash inducing thine angst riddled psyche to create a non prithee picture thy sense of doom and gloom, Where deer antelope ply Wildwood furies of Agamemnon playing olly Olly oxen…. whence teamsters unleash whip-sawed, and zigzagged nor’easter nee and smite thy corporeal essence The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of arch ca me d’s Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do – re: lee bind the optimism of incipient internal involuntary crushing any budding hope until…key Purr of salvation in the guise of Paul Dice unexpectedly intervened by a fluke of high lee totally tubularly random events impossible to linkedin, where plenti of helping hands – jais ne sais quois – conjoined at just the optimal moments to nudge – each twerk, though itsy bitsy spidery like thread (the main impetus squarely rests on the above named Millville – he ving over the top tenacious effort exerted on behalf of Good Samaritan with gumption, glee suffusing with the milk of human kindness doggedly sought to extricate self and spouse free of charge, and whose markedly muscling actions earn him more than words can spell a dee mon strew bull epitomy of virtue relieving the gordian knotted pang – this atheist Che fully thanks, him (anoint said fellow Paul Dice) as the Grand Poobah to be more valuable than fine-spun gold – and thus this spur of the moment tribute – Ayee!