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The Executioner As Scrambled Humorist

within the under belly of this hob bull ling Leviathan beast induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued within abdominal folds finding they in creased never diminishing, matter whether I turn north, south, west or east this adult desired, soon after he envisioned buttered crispy dish eyed fancily feast culinary cut throat Michelin meisters (pit a less lee) pitted against Pillsbury doughboy greased imaginatively gobbling hectare thousand island inlaid juiced kickstarting least unable to pay thee Monsieur's consigliere – damn, hard cold cash just shy by a nickle aye first taken got taken hostage as a wreck loose poet, the anti write cadre strip searched every stitch of clothes I wore, then subjected me to an aye tip pickle pun hush ment, where this deplorable basket case stood aghast as hounds from hell got loosed by thee Don Rickle lathered canine chops slapped by foamy salivating tongues poised to ham er and make mince meat out this pop sickle but...lo and behold, as vicious snooping doggy dogs approached within a hair breadth minecrafted fingers fluttered in the air asper ready to tickle whereat the snarling killers (bon jove) rolled with faux pas in the air kicking, laughing (or a similar fox simile thereof), inciting Major Domo tuff flair his nostrils (like...well an amazing dragon) with blood red eyes didst glare while fur sprouted over his bare skin honor ably dispelling every last hair which bizarre circumstance, an opportunity to escape from this thieving Magpie lair approved by the ghost of Rossini, who suddenly prestidigitatiously magically brought to my defense William Tell (in the guise oven instant activating App) pull lick caisson thus juiced by a whisker avoiding a scare. Perhaps the realm where dormant ideas germinate will coalesce into sturdy tomes even if posthumously late recognition gets affianced with a memorialized slate where no body will lie, cuz this mortal will get his ashes sprinkled intermixed with wildlife, who will unknowingly consecrate and sanctify rack and pinion traction, where dost dust will fertile lies to become reincarnated via blessings sans creatures who defecate or urinate.

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