My alumina powder is contaminated with shark teeth; what will the bananas think?
My alumina powder is contaminated with shark teeth; what will the bananas think?
I'll have one sensual mochachino for me gulliver thanks ma'am.
My captain carries dual parsnips for self defence.
My cattywampus is diagonal.
“I think I just coughed up an emotional cashew” said the dream state conversationalist to the recalcitrant ostrich.
Dirk Floghopper lived in a huge yellow basketball machine, along with 17 turtles and a small economic forecast.
As Gregor Samosa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic deep-fried pastry stuffed with spiced potatoes.
Samosas are red, so violets are flowers, so sugar comes from various plants including corn, sugar cane, and sugar daddies, so so are ewe, but only if they are sweet on the Ram Charger 4x4 pick-up.
My Peruvian candy dossier is the wind beneath your windsock.
Would you like to come up and see my neutrino collection?
That's not cocoa butter, that's my Auntie.
Beware the Axis of Kneivel.
The Coalition of the Swilling is struggling to get those stubborn bourbon stains out their khaki outfits.
Late,
the sleepy mollusks of serendipity
lie alone on the alcove of restitution.
If I had milkshakes I would not use them to lure boys into yards, I would consume them with great vigor.
" That's Arnie's whole Beef Waffle. We deliver. And don't forget 'Tubs of Slaw'.
"I'll take two."
"Sorry, only one per customer. That's Arnie's whole Beef waffle.We deliver".
Offer good untill cerfew in sectors R and N .
"Ah..... they never come up into the hills."
Wolves hunt in packs and cigarettes are found in packs. Beware of packs.
The last thing anyone needs now is a milky potato.
Ralph! Ralph! My belly hurts.
Trapazoids are in the kitchen, cooking up some big funky pies.
Little white poodles are going to take over the world.
So many bugs, so little time.
Is that a giraffe in your pocket or are you about to make me some scrambled eggs?
Something smells very brightly, it must be the third time this month that cabbages were promoted for their ability to enter warp drive on the third trimester.
And now, putting my friend hat on, I suggest you gently caress the golden unicorn and watch the jelly beans drop from her golden mane.
String along with happy books, the sounds of digits eating pasta, and advance on to the morning of the pigs of the sky.
My hunger for silly shoes coincides with my hunger for oddly shaped pasta.
It's possible I forgot to do my cherry blossoms this afternoon.
I have to cranch.
I stepped on a Jazz CD and it went "CRUNK" and then I was all like, what the funk?
My blue shoes bring slews of news crews in Subarus, but tutus will never hurt me.