Butter remained in the dish
even when liquid.  An even
was the end of the day.  Prophets
raised on corn flakes were more
then or loose crunchy.  Seven
days were not remarkedly adventurous
in IT.  "Am Eye Ah Clnoun?"

or,... "WHAT!"

The dude er romulynn,
stood up and breached a
sword across the mouth of
every line of miss oh genius
phret.  

LYCANs actually have
a bagg for Crete, a steady lie
to put the tooth into.
Jesus is from Cremea'.
I said it.  

Noisy as 'He 'will' be in here,
nice day too. The butter stayed
in the dish as a liquid.  But
hot enough to melt butter.  
I said it.  

Enough proclivity to trace
50 cal rounds, cleaverer than
that, and totally was walken on
water.  *** a matter of fact,
do not lie to me, I'll help hymm.  

I said it.

Have a nice day.  Maybe a better
written one tomorrow.