Good nightie, the frilly kind. I'm more than just hairy **** and a good time behind the **** heap. I'm a cool, cold, foolish folly who's fool-proof..."Is this Alpo?" I asked the waitress.  The ***** slipped me a gob of Alpo! I'll vote to shred her amoral soul and never will I eat Alpo again. It made me bark & growl. I'm on a roll, a dinner roll. I have bent over backwards to bend my back.

Got any of those concrete mermaid statues with *******? Just sold the last one! How 'bout one of those ten-foot mahogany statues of Julius Caesar with his **** hanging out like in the movie 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 by Monty Python? No, never had one of those.

Martha shacked up with Tony when she was pregnant because he lived in a hospital part-time and under a bridge during Kwanzaa. One day, as they were brutally ******* like malnourished Venezuelans, the hospital was taken over by ex-lesbian cannibals (probably from Guatemala). "Tony, be quiet or we'll be eaten alive by filthy cannibals," Martha whispered, which ****** Tony off for some reason. Later, as several Guatemalan cannibals were talking in indecipherable Guatemalan, Martha had a baby. It was a small one with curly hair. Years went by and the baby grew tall and political (eventually looking like John Kerry).

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makes me wanna die like a fruit fly on fly-blown paper. She's got a **** that won't stop shaking when she's making fake love with my dumb cousin whose foul mouth's forever cussin.' Oh, delicious Abba woman, I'll love you till you crap-out in God's sweet kingdom of Sweden, three miles east of Eden.

makes me wanna die like a fruit fly on fly-blown paper. She's got a **** that won't stop shaking when she's making fake love with my dumb cousin whose foul mouth's forever cussin.' Oh, delicious Abba woman, I'll love you till you crap-out in God's sweet kingdom of Sweden, three miles east of Eden.

LEARNING WHAT REAL LOVE IS WITH MY UNCLE - My dad loved to build helicopters for desperately-poor people who couldn't afford more than 1 helicopter no matter how hard they worked. 1 day, as World War 13 was ending, father decided to **** everyone within a 4,000-mile radius of his helicopter factory. Mom was impressed. "Why don't you start off slowly by killing everyone within 2,500 miles and crippling everyone else until Jesus comes back to finish what you started?" She asked as her mini-skirt inched so far north that even hitch-hikers with poor vision could tell where her labial ***** were clawed raw from a polar bear fight that happened in eastern Canada 2 days before.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐀.𝐃. 𝟐𝟏𝟓𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 "𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬" (𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬) 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐃.𝐂. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧-𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟏𝟎% 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 "𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲" 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 "𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬" 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 "𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡" 𝟏 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭-𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭-𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐃.𝐂. 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐧-𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧," 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞-𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. "𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.

Gay medication across the vastness of America, the nation, deports normal folk to a homosexy station as prelude to a sodomized retaliation worthy of a forgiving conciliation. The American Cancer Society should incorporate a rubber duck into their logo to acknowledge the quacks who quack for them.

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♚ **Vitamin B17, because of its hydrocyanic acid, maintains normal B.P. Barley grass capsules are cheap. Take 10 per day to address hypertension. (There's no known toxicity for B vitamins. They're water soluble and they will turn ***** amber.) B17 is the anti-tumor/anti-cancer vitamin known as Laetrile, when synthesized from apricot pips.

M㊉RE ŦħAN Ұ㊉U ҞN㊉W!

...a little girl eats a muffin while her father has a haircut. “You're going to get hair on your muffin,” the barber warns.; “No **** you *******,” she replies, “and someday I'm going to get ******* too!”

A dead end from stiff injury winds Timex electrical clocks, tastes 6
tongues & scratches the ***** of border Mexicans holding 97 *****

John Wayne Mixson (June 16, 1922 – July 8, 2020) served as the 12th lieutenant governor of Florida from 1979 to 1987, and as the 39th 𝗴𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 in January 1987.

Kenneth Hood "Buddy" MacKay, Jr. (March 22, 1933 – December 31, 2024) served as the 42nd 𝗴𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟴, 𝘁𝗼 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟱, 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵, upon the death of Lawton Chiles.

John Milton (April 20, 1807 – April 1, 1865) was governor of Florida through most of the American Civil War. In his final message to the state legislature as the war was ending, he declared that death would be preferable to reunion with the North. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, his son Jefferson Davis Milton was a toddler.

On the backs of farmers ride the urbanites who target to pillage
Leftwardly along the left-handed path bores not a missed turn
Through a borough, a hamlet, a class-2A city and a dumpy village
it's legislated to fluoridate each brook, well, spring & cistern
without regard to code, codex, exception or percentage of millage
Should I lance, squeeze, ablate, extirpate or let this cyst burn?
Helpless dejection, abject poverty, silken hose put me in a mood
to wring the necks of stolen chickens; to raise cats on dog food
I rise not by the sun in perigee, nor by the tolling of a church bell
not by Nicky of Cusa on squaring circles or the harrowing of hell
Dermatologically, chiggers and mites nourish by parasitic function
So unlike priests & bishops who decree extreme Catholica unction
It's the affront, prayer-toil & misery what feeds a cold compunction
Hydrogen peroxide is keen for punctured wounds & blisters busted
For disinfecting Negroes and Hebes who muse with brown mustard

(𝟭) 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱. 𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁. (𝟮) 𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻-𝗱𝗼𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 "𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻." (𝟯) 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁. 𝗚𝗼𝗱, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗱!

𝗕𝗨𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲! 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? 𝗕𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗸. 𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿. 𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗕𝗼𝗯 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀: "𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆. 𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆! 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝘂𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗜𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻."