If you scribble on tarmacs with frozen air by next next next June you'll never need chalk scissors again.
The eggs are growing leather inside to infiltrate breakfast with beef. But I know you'll keep everything springy for the rest of us.
Congrats your life has not been erased by a time traveler in this timeline unless you're General Geoinge.
Your ridged pelt has a fine left. Put rights on the almonds & you will have a smelted foyer.
I was going to put caterpillars in my veins but I wasn't strong enough. You're good at welcoming palisades underwater with felt.
Hope your garbanzo lengthening is going well.
You'll now spend 5year% time on the wallet train basking in fjord canyons.
Have fun spackling the werewolf factory with fire cone lettering!
It is a good time to still be alive. Have some bread with the gopher at the park.
I heard your ears & they work! You can never be too shelf.
I have an invisible & immaterial hang glider for you in the twelfth dimension. But don't feel bad because everything in that dimension is incorporeal, so much so I'm beginning to think the 12th dimension doesn't exist.
Enjoy milking the peppers from your garden with your new desk wrench!
Party on with your landcolor diamondique lizard ranch envelope!
If you were a piece of paper no one would ball you up. You'd be the hoop, net, end zone, or other size of the fence.
The leaves are ripe today. It is thrilling to have such a foamed vest!
A branch joyous weds. A breach wounds joys. A cab sojourned whys.
You were born too!! That explains how you got here.