So that stinkin alliance of poo heads hangs around my sea trying to stop me. But it will never happen at my hall for the cat took it to them and had a ball. Now they are a little crispy and fried. Never fear though as I don't think anyone actually died.
You just did that right? Now I truly gave Irish Air a plight. For you all drank all that rum and are drunk as a skunk in a funk. So you can all swear like her. That will surely ruffle her fur. Plus Penguin Man likes it all PG. So score another win for me and I didn't even have to blow up a thing here at my wing. See what has come to pass? You simply can't beat my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.