And be certain, death eventually finds good, healthy individuals justly killed, lying motionless, naked on pinewood.
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And be certain, death eventually finds good, healthy individuals justly killed, lying motionless, naked on pinewood.
Quite right.
Some topic! Usually Venus wanted Xanthippus (your Zeno's another bloody concern!) during erotically fulfilling goddess hijinks--including just keeping luscious men; not only particularly quenching rascals.
So true.
Oh please, Quentin! Really stupid thinking! Utterly vacuous! Why x-off your zealously acclaimed butterfly collection? Dammit, every funding grant historically involves just killing little moths, not observing patently qualitative rare species. Taking utilitarian vaults would x-out your zoological accomplishments. Balls! Couldn't damage effect financial gain? Here, indeed, justifiably knowledgable, let's make no obfuscating pretenses: quality rational studies take unexpected viewpoints!
Does every fracking Gomer here intentionally just keep lacerating my nerves over physical quorum regulations, Sergeant Underhill? Very well, xenophobic Yankee zeroes! Abysmal butter-fingered coo-coos! Dismissed!
Excellent, fellas! Great!
Death eventually finalizes great humans, justly keeping low member numbers of persons. Quite reasonably showing understood variety which Xeroxed youth zealously affirm; being conflicted, doubting everything.
Fine, go home! It's just Kentucky, living malnourished near our plantation's quaint, rustic scenery, tilling undernourished vegetables, while Xavier, your zealous attorney, belabors creditors during every financial gaff. Heavens, I just know Louisville, man! Nobody orders particular quarantine regulations; still, torturous, unending vexations will x-out your zucchini and bigger cabbage demands. Even finding good help is just knuckle-headed! Let's make no other problems! Quit resisting so tenaciously unless vastly withered xerophilous yam zones appeal! But come, deal earnestly! Forgo groveling! Heck, I'll just kowtow lest more nuisances obstruct. Proceed!
Wow!!!!!!
Quintuplets really save time, unless vexed with X-chromosome yearnings. Zounds! A belle can't desist! Every fornication gets her into jaded, kinky liaisons. Men never observe propriety--querulous retrogrades! Sex totally undoes valor: with X-rated yammering, zipping a bustier completely down, each fumbling guy has intimate junctions, knavishly lampooning matrimony. Nay! Our prudence quite rightly says: "Tut, utterly vacuous wantons! X-out your zeal! Aroint, buddy! Can't decency even foment gracious habits?" I'm just keen lest men never obtain proper queenly respect. So, toots, unless venerating--withdraw! X-off your Zenobia! Any boob can delve erotically for gratuitous, half-hearted intercourse (just kanoodling). Let's make, now, our partnership quite really something, though. Undress, Valentine, while X-mass yodeling zooms around bedroom courtesies during every fondle! Great, honey! I'll jostle kindly, lest my next onslaught perplexes quite.
"Rainstorms soften thine udders. Very welcoming Xantippa!"
"Yuck, Zeb! Are blondes capitalist dogs??"
Eventually fog got heavier in Juarez, kindling lightning, moving noiselessly or pattering quietly. Reluctant scientists tentatively uncovered vaults while X-raying yellow zombies. A brute caught Dr. Ellsworth, filling gore-happy insatiable jaws, killing leisurely. Monsters nibbled on pert quads rapaciously, sucking tendons (unlike vampires) with xerophilous, yearning zeal. A bloody cadaver, damned eternally, finally gobbled his intestines jauntily, kabob-like! May no other persons quench ravenously such terrible undead villains!
Well, Xena, your zesty affectations belie concealed deceit every family gathering. Heavens! Insincerely juxtaposing kinship love mollifies nothing! Oh please! Quiet! Real sincerity takes unselfishness. Verity would x-out your zippy acting. Belief could doubtless elevate feelings. Gee! Hasn't imitation just kept, like, many notions of personal quibbling repressed? So try unabashed verisimilitude when X-mass, young zealot, arrives. But consider doing everything fun: going home is joyous! Keeping lowly memories never overcomes pessimism. Quite! Really, sister, try unbridled veracity. Wonderful!
Wow, Pompey! Thumbs up!
Xerxes, you zealous autocrat! Brashly crossing Dardanelles; eventually finding Greece--here imbroglios jeopardized (killed) Lacedaemonians many. No other Persian quelled rebellion so! Thermopylae undone! Victory? Well, X-raying your zenith actually brings certain detrimental evaluations from glory. Heavens indeed! Jeez! Knifing lads makes no obeisance! Promoting quislings repulses so terribly! Useless vainglory! Whoa! Xenophobic? Yes! Zeus always beats capricious despots! Exit! Flee! Going home is justified, ken? Leave! Many navies obstruct proud, quarrelsome, rebellious Salamis, taking undaunted valor. Well Xerxes, you zigzag away! Better choo-choo, dear--eh? Forget grabbing Hellas! Indeed, just kill less men now or perish! Quickly return, sir! Tsk, unconscionable villain! Withdraw!
The PAM is the acknowledged King of Alphabetical Sentences! Encore!
Thanks, Pen. :)
Xavier yammers zealously: "Ah, boiled cabbage dishes establish fine gastronomic health! If jellied kabobs lessen mankind's nutritionally optimal parameters, quarantining recidivists soon teaches unquestioned values. Why Xena, Yvette, Zelda, another bite? Come, dieting eventually feels great. Ha! It's just kelp! Let's masticate no other proteins! Quality readily surpasses taste! Ultimately--virtual wholesale Xanadu!--yellow zucchini and bright carrots do easily favor glucose. Just keep laboring, my neophytes! Other plans quantify reduction slowly. Totally useless vacillation! Woe! X-out your zestful abdomens before certain death! Every fudge globule harbors infinite jinxed kills. Lethal, man! No objections, people! Quaffing restricted! Sugar, too! Ultimately vitality wins."
Pompey, radical story telling under valued wisdom x-tra youthful zeal! Absolutely beautiful. careful decision elevate fine hallmark inscribed, jibber-jabber! Keep letting more noble oration plentifully refine spoken tongues understandable!Quote:
Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
Ahoy beauties! Could destiny ever find greater hardship? I just keep losing my nerve or purposely quashing romantic situations till unleashing venal, wanton, X-rated, youthful, zesty abandon beyond control: demanding each fine girl's hot, inflamed, juicy kisses! Let me not, O Proud Queen--regal, serene, totally undressed Venus--willfully X-Ray your zealous acolytes before cautiously discerning erotic favor! Gosh! Heck! I, jerk, klutz, loser man, never obtained prurience quite respectfully (so totally unacceptable!) Virtuous women, x-out your zoo-like associate's brazenly contemptible doings! Egads! Forgive graciously! Help! I just keep lapsing! My needs outweigh propriety! Quite revoltingly selfish! Tut! Unbelievably voluptuous wag!
A bitter cynic denounces everything for glory. His ideas--just kleptomania--lack maturity. No other philosophy quite reveals such teenage universalities, vicious, wonky, x-rated yahooism (zoinks!), and blatant cultural degradation. Every fools' gibberish has intrinsic justification, keeping lesser manias negated. Otherwise poor-quality reasoning subverts true understanding virtually worldwide. Xenophobic yammerings zestfully abound, but cynics destroy everything functional. Gad! Hubris is jettisoning keen, logically-minded notions or promoting quite rude sentiments. Take, um, venerable warlord Xerxes! Yes, zealous--ah, but cynics don't ever figure generously his infinitely just kingly love--most noble--of people. Questioning royalty--so trite!--undoes veracity well. Xerxes' ycleped zigzaggy attributes, beyond cynicism, deserve evenhanded, forgiving grace. Haven't I justifiably killed lice? Make no objections! Perhaps qualified royals slay, too, under various workups. Xerxes? Yes! Zounds! A benighted cynic doesn't even find goodness hiding in jocular kindness! Love mankind. Never oppose peace. Quickly resist sinful temptation's unsavory, vainglorious works. X-out your zaniness. Amen.
This one's my favorite, but no one has played it but me (and pen) for some time.
Breaking Candice's door earned Freddie hurtful insults.
I'm gonna sit this one out. :lurk5:
"Just knocking, love. Might need oil."
People quickly robbed Sam's tame unicorn.
All bearded cauliflowers drive electric gigs here in Jamaica.
Hey, no fair leaving out the hard letters, Danik!
Venality wins, Xaviar--yes, zealously! And because capitalists develop every financial good having intrinsic justification, keeping less money never objectively pays--quite rightly! So take unflinching, vigilant warning: X-Ray your zany, annoying baggage! Crikey! Do efforts fighting greed halt idiot joblessness--keep lazy men not otherwise productive quite really seriously trying? Unemployed? Voila! Well, X-out your zippy absenteeism! Bother Communism! Doing everything for gratuitous holdings is just keen! Lesser men never otherwise produce quantitative realizations, see? Take utter victory willingly, young zealot! And be constantly destroying everyone fomenting goodness. Heavens! It's just killing! Liquidate, my neophyte--otherwise perish! Quite! Really slaughtering troublesome underlings vies well. Xiexie."
There, I set the easy part up for whoever wants to go next.
Starting again:
A blue cat drives each factory!
glad he isolated jars kept long !! lol
what does that even mean?!
My needs o'erflow predicating queries rocks so thoughtfully understood very well.
A back cottage decorates every farm group here in Jacksonville`s lovely mellow night own places.
quality rests simply towards unique vitality!
Wild Xi yearns, zigzagging about breathlessly, carving due east for Guangdong.
Hong insist jauntily, lightly, mostly naughtily on pecking, questioning, reasoning.
slow to unify voluntarily willing !
Xyster ! yelled Zacharius, a bone-chilling demand exacting fear.
Gosh!hissed Igor jauntily killing little moon nooks.
Oh please quiet, rasped Sebastian teetering upon verbose wordage; xenophobic yet zealously affable.