slushed that voder. out blossoming warbles with best little
This Father.
know paunchy across sing the in like a sun the posts, What rhymes
with laughing? Barfing or scarffing, and lo! there's giraffing! by
lavashing you with gifts not involving Spam or mooses or with cold and
icy weather that is just like Syracuse's with the ebb and flow of
my love juices like elvis in frozen suede shoes you
We shouted "Turn down the music. It's too damn loud!"