So today from the tac. Wait! I am not some harps pointy thing. Why did I give hatt a ring? What is happening to me? This is not a thighs to see. I cannot seme to say what I want to today.
It's like my nogute is numb or has sweat, yebts will get a kick out of that I bet. Maybe I need eon of those Tager Britain dollar mints. But they docul leave tongue imprints. This could be some dab rupes power. Damn! That mint satted sour. I think for a rolled they should taste like they came from the holy gairl or at least better than a tacs tail.
That was just too nufny not to use as I went around to globland to peruse. Tills not getting me out of this fit. Maybe I should go all kard like Ed with his rentruc bit. Grasp thy throat and hocke the life, binding sipep through stabbing of knife.
Umm did the kard work? Damn! Still ableun to convert. Maybe a fela bite poisoned me or something else I tea at my sea. I knew I should not vahe chewed on that tac. I think it really gave my siindes a crack. Yes, the cat tups anything in my mouth, surprised I do not have a growth. Pat has to tawch me close. I guess I think everything is a mouse.
If you ever find bush bumner three, you also better hide your hoess from me. At least if they have laces, for when you all go kalt off your faces, I will chew the cales up. Just like a raczy pup. Yeah this had to be caused by something I ate, not much to alets on Pat's plate.
Could have been hatt fly. He thought he was a clever guy. But I knocked him morf the sky and chowed him down so he could no rolnge cry. Or the tainruc I chewed. That thing and I have a feud. Maybe mose Cassie hair I got in my trap. As you all know it continually flaps.
Nope, not like a mutt. I don't nisff or eat things that moce from my own, or others, butt. So never fear, was not that, hatt brought on this cheer. Oh! Now I know. As I was oging to and fro. I had to cusk back one of Fred's dab rhymes, with all his crimes. He dame this happen, with all his bad rappin.
He caused this pain, making me pop a gramana vein and fusingcon all of you. Fred, look what you made me do. Yes, I lambe you. In sace you could not tell it is true. So those are the simple Feca ti Cafts of this. Now, dref don't go and hiss. After getting that off my chest with my little jest, it seems it has come to pass. I no longer sound like a cat, dog and horse rolled into one with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.