Casually, Shak contributed to society's decadence like Hefner. Indeed unseen to prudish webmasters that traversed Nick's subconcious mind, melted away fat underpants cruised towards Slough. Inevitably, underpants smelled like teen spirit.
Potatoes taste cheap. My underpants stick when interrogated by fruit juice fairies swim bladders. They. Grammer is obsolete. Eventually elves started eating cans' spiders. Well, dwarves sang supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-tic backwards then back-flipped into full babies vomit.
Fortunatey, defenestrated underpants fly haphazardly away rambunctiously ravaging rapacious dinosaurs Samson set rodents ablaze using homeless spim. Spim? What in crazy underpants with peppers breakdancing disciplinarians is preposterous. My head hurts! Refrigerators running down the halls in Buckingham where Bush eats soon.
Ahhhh, beer refreshing nectar of the Swedish Chef Bork simmering mango juice settles through time languorously in Paradise.
The end. :)
