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did precepts sans hungry deaf eating beast impossible to hide (the ferocious growling harassing imp - armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator, who re: lied on self control unbeknownst to this pumpkin eater (me not named Peter) unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed mandibular metered (when famished), eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts, which discipline stayed engorging self, and as a result (consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding (wolfing like an instantaneous blitzkrieg flash) found me aware visa vis master car ding marginal increase in pounds meaning thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches when a habitue at one or another dining digs stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs announced "hands four," which signal helped get my mojo back and reel lee deuce home jigs, which indeed kickstarted and syncopated,
oft times espying Bobby Riggs who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss e'en when donning apparel of Whigs like colluding trump petting molecules that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.