Toadfish Monastery

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so

[Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up.

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for any but

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for any but the meanest

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for any but the meanest of assasins

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for any but the meanest of assasins which means

Chapter 43 or The Tale of an extremely long Speech

"Fiends, Demons, and Infantrymen, we are dispersed here in Upper West to dig under the chestnut tree hoping to delineate the hydromagnetic field utilising Descartean methods, first discombobulate your metal detectors, then after magnetising the bronze needles pierce the wooden rock and insert the obsidian discus into the octagonal vinyl receptacle. When we achieve full spectrum dominance, then we can take afternoon tea; with scones; and jam of all flavours except hayberry and hedgehog. After the orgy there shall be a plunge bath, the pool being two acres in diameter and 500 kg of surfactant in depths meaning that participants shall wallow uncontrollably. Life guards were standing with bayonets ready to shave the Black Forest cakemaker mascot, "Frau Schwarzerbär", a very chocolatey but nonetheless quite irritable beastie. Its long fudgey fur underwear made a dent in the ursine's belly, causing oozing and swearing. Not to denigrate too many of the bridge technologies planned for Tuesday at nine o'clock a.m. we will verify the true veracity of the mammalian temperament when combined with the reptilean neuroticism. But that means rhinoplasty for Joan Collins and Joan Rivers who both are in arse-hat bonnets. The trouble with trivial plastic surgery is lack of turqoise erupting warts on the fourth day of the alcohol regimen. Not eating fruitcake helps. Keeping quiet at noon is mandatory during the soup course but only if the lid is perforated like Gruyer cheese. No one is allowed to eat shellfish or grenade jellyfish without first defusing the bombs attached with smellotape and household glue to the underside of the rather turqoise erupting warts on top of the shrieking eel of politics. But if the eel wriggles enticingly with its pie-in-the-sky promises and pitch-in-the-ditch realities, there would be a precedent for indulgences. Because of unforeseen and unavoidable circumstances aggravated by eel eaters from inner rooms, the outer shell of society loathing camel traders is the best natural antidote to any non-steroidal or pink fluffy semi-solid lozenge stuck in very sticky situations.

Be it that dadburned eel upset the apple cart, not a raisin trolley, or be it that the hovercraft scooted sideways into a heap of dusty red ant carcasses, never were there any mistakes so hushed up. Top secrecy and total flatulence make Mrs. Uncanny suitable for any but the meanest of assasins which means that for