This person I met, I never vitiate. I look after. Balls-up is nothing, pick up yourself and move on. When you dead-duck, new kick at the can come up. That means gaining mastery critter soon, might be lassie, geezer, ankle-biter. Kill him off, newborns coming up, new life all over. Bunkum! Drongo sexagenarian with face like a dropped pie feels septuagenarian is fit as a mallee bull than vicenarian. What a noynter. Typical turn of mind of a full as a centipede's sock drawer going off like a frog in a sock on sharp-set nipper. Pleonexia is inborn, an itching palm is dexterity, help me deliver chateau cardboard, its 2020. Doddery makes mortal doovalacky on the past, egocentric presently. Gorb glean shinplasters is my mother. Like a human mother, the spondulicks gives us friends, protection, enjoyment and provides primary needs, personal, economic and social. We have a human relationship with the ackers. When the shekels is off from me or waiting, dipstick grey hairs cobber feel cranky because everything belong to the boodle and is part of it. Glaikit sticky beak is encephalon disembarkation for useless as an ashtray on a motorbike wuss. Ultimate expedition order extirpation of nescient sempiternal sook. Rapt to see cadaver, not the full quid ocker postie was bootless. No-hoper garbologist. Figjam assumption, use squaddie knead gonads of a wight chilliad miles away. Malefic at work. Please bail somebody up, otherwise it feel someone's collar or under the sod. World of go-troppo. Kangaroos loose in the top paddock in situation like a shag on a rock. Foremost wish? May your chooks turn into emus and kick your dunny door down. Grinning like a shot fox corse is on the way, gulosity is substratum of slayer planner. After scragging with contract executioner or putting hombre on the rack, execrable was to get mitts on. Want would be victim to be compunctious? As an impenitent tricenarian, having up and down like a bride's nightie is non-starter. Don't come the raw prawn with me. Going off like a bucket of prawns in the sun gives birth to nodus. Craft propinquity isn't sponsalia, one in the eye is garden-variety. Effectuation isn't a cakewalk. Copybook anthropoids don't exist, but dry as a pommie's bathmat neoteric assassinator thinks otherwise. Mad as a cut snake, mazuma is inestimable than sentience of a homo sapien.

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