Ham, with Spots, dissociated

Sliced pork wasserschlafts, striding unguently abarft the beams of a slissandic seaborscht, where a maiden America slaunters rage-eyed up garblage ladled bleachheads. Shave your moneygrams, horde your hordes of horehound horrors, put a bucket under the spot where the sealing dribbles. A bottus of brown hail goes down gullet strewthly. Bus thee from whalewinds, stir-blanking and multitasking. So out went the handle and we were left drunkling.

Author: mattamati

Nothing remarkable to report. Born in suburbs. Diffidently educated. Used to do other jobs, now he does this one. Fancies self a writer.

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