Anxiously awaiting another ampersand.
But Boston’s birds bury buttons beyond borders.
Count Chocula cannot conceive competitive cereal companies. 
Dustin didn’t do dick-all downtown.
Ellen Estrich envisioned eight eels eating elephant entrails.
Fabled fat Freddy felt fabulously free following fellatio.
Great green gobs: greasy grimy gopher guts.
Horrible Henry humbly hurled heavy hens heavenward.
Investigations in Iceland interfere in international indulges. :dubious: :eek:
Jolly Julia jokes joshingly, jiggling Jake’s jams!
Kevin Kline kills koala, keeps kooky keepsake 
Leela laughingly lobbed lemurs leeward.
My mother made me make mayonnaise. Must make more mustard.
“Notorious nickel nabber Ned” needed no notice. Nothing negated Ned; not nerves, neuroses nor necessity.
Oh Og, orderly orders own opiates only on online option.
Peter Piper’s persnickety playmate patiently pleads peckishness, pending postponement.
“Quick Quaker Quincy quacked quietly”, quoth Quentin.
Really randy rams ram riotously.
Silly Sam sewed simple stitches sufficiently.
Torontonian turkeys toil timidly to tell tall tales