Dig this Daddio:


decided the Still I is and Boogahs, bumped posts, of dost the
my drink the thou of me paunchy left this with of the wind... Why?
I never had any luck with spinners or spoons who then tried to
feel my swollen balloons As a grain of sand is to a gizzard, I am
your father! Well, sort of like your uncle, rather, and kink it till
it's juice no where chicken harvest cluches its unholy breadth


Seed me again