Pizzas Jumping Over Garlic Bread With Coleslaw Hairbands and Onion Ring Piercings

It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such a word and such a word is neither an acute angle or a plastic xylophone. Booming bionic bulls bringing bacon backgrounds. An acute angle is not a cute horsefly. And an obtuse angle is too stubborn. Quite a threshold to compete against especially in strong winds but then elephants, giraffes, alligators, and snoring boars often cross river pathways. Don't they? Well really a soup and a spoon? Why not use a fork? A fork is very proud of it's prongs and who would prong an atomic carrot on a battalion of hereditary deeds? Surely if a pickled onion can sing a beautiful aria then a galloping gherkin can play bongos in a classical rendition. The plant thought it was a train but in fact it was the serene sound of a pig snoring. Ten loaves of bread, a silky cape, an atomic pistol and a shroud of golden oranges but not in a halo. Ok then. On a beach. Hahahahaha pushing pineapples over a cliff in a stormy teacup is akin to a lemon in a mud bath. Let it not be said that all potatoes are a wandering timeline. And standing as a tree on a motorway is about as hazardous as learning to play golf in a bathroom. And now the trees are waving. Good. Xxxxx incontinence Z z Z Z