I Like To Write Random Stuff
Middle town became the nugget worth a chicken salad, those with the eggs and bacon, named after Ty Cobb and the merry berries that move through the zig designing grid fortuitously when an alley oop forks over the Bran of all Oily Burns of gewgaw Austerlitz camping flutes.
Fluting, the Meer Ruckster, when on the moon he did say - "Wherefore art mine lettuce all moist and soggy?"
The space crew in Philadelphia heard and heard also the sharp screech of the butterfly reverting to a moth. So they all became firemen and on that day it wasn't good anymore to be a pyromaniac.
Fluting, the Meer Ruckster, when on the moon he did say - "Wherefore art mine lettuce all moist and soggy?"
The space crew in Philadelphia heard and heard also the sharp screech of the butterfly reverting to a moth. So they all became firemen and on that day it wasn't good anymore to be a pyromaniac.
