Dear Mr/s. endrick, I firmly chalice your dilettantish evanescence!
Your quashing of pragmatic delentition in your latest phlegmatic dairy entrance is salaciousness in carne and disreposes all possums of intelligentlemanly ripostfulness. The calamine of your pithitude exacted spurious buboes on the fundament of the entire dewey decimal system.
Differential, a parsimonious occultation of your epistimyness is adequately lacking a chimeric entomology. As well is a deep hole containing water, the segregation of salinity therein is eminently desirable in the archetypal yet feudal derision of all objectified offaling in the thought process server constrained upon YOUR visage of the Euclidian airplane. In this casa, Burt Blyleven.
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Aspiration is no laffer curve! Neither is the firm handshake or manners in which the tea is pheromonily last scene as close as the far east, stethoscopically, the mythical lathe of Japan. There is NO exorcism for the Harry Reasoner contaminated by your specious nest of yon pathologistic augerment. The stateliness you outlimned capitulates quarkifiably into a vast panache of langurous expeditionisms. None of which are fully fried. Attempts to imputate his (OR hers!!!) liposuctioning eloquinces were contiguous and unsuccessful, expect as a circumlocomotivational excremity. Which as we all newt, cannot be empineappley and interpantsly provoked by modern scientific methodists!
Twix defoe we half entanglementiarianists of ferrier counter-products, each revolving predenominationally a round polygon, DO NOT let happy stances lead ewes astrally!
In concussion, let the state unequiverringly this one list phrenological observexation: There can be no Peche without Justine.
I welcome your fuzzy balloons in counterpole. Please do not overtly expurgate your own querulousness through inept blovinity, it will be painfully obsequious if the jonquils are left unfecund.
Thanks for your kinds exfoliation.
Hat trip to Turkana for the inspiration for the diary I didn't write, instead.
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Impeach!