at an Australian arena.
But Betty brought buckets bearing brilliant blue berries.
Cunning chinchillas chase cherry colored cars crookedly.
Debutantes disdain dapper dandies donning dirty dungarees.
Ewwwww!
Francis’ favorite fish is flounder.
[bzzt]
Francis’ favorite fish: flounder. (?)
Good grief, Graham, green, greeted great guests guilelessly.
“Hi!” Hortense hollered horsely here, hearing her hamster heave.
Illiterate Iain insists interesting inscription is inherently incomprehensible.
“I’ll inch it ilsewhere,” Izzie iterated.
[mod note]Moved MPSIMS --> Game Room [/mod note]
Jessica’s Jello jiggled just jubiliantly; joyous Jim jerked Johnson, jealously judging Jessie’s jutting jacket jugs.
Kari krashed kars kontinually, kontrollably.
No?
Kyp killed kilowatts.
Leon laughed loudly, licking luscious lemonsickles.
Marion’s mangled mannerisms make me malicious.
Nathan nattily nuked noobs.
Obama outlaws outrageous options on Oregon oligarchs’ oilfields.
Peter Piper peckishly picked pickled peppers.
Also, as a public service:
“QQ,” quirkily quipped Quigley.
Ricky Raccoon ransacked Robert’s rib-roast, 'round Richards raquetball resort.
“So,” said Shirley, smilingly stroking Samuel’s shoulders, “shall Shirley send someone some slow, soft sex?”