I really like your mutt.
I really like your mute.
I really like your lute.
The lamb spew we had for lunch has made my afternoon altogether strange.
The dog’s bark alarmed the steeping children and they were unable to go back to sleep.
I wish I had planked the garden better.
I wish I had planked the garden butter.
George saw that Bob had never been there.
My pup is better than yours.
Nobody really knows anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Master.
George saw what Bob had never been there.
My pud is better than yours.
Nobody really knots anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Masher.
George saw what Bob had never beet there.
My mud is better than yours.
Nobody really snots anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Masker.
George saw what Bob had never bent there.
My mud is wetter than yours.
Nobody really snows anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Marker.
George saw that Bob had never bent there.
My cud is wetter than yours.
Nobody really shows anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Farker.
Going back to the poor pup, no-one actually managed to meet Zsldar’s challenge. So…
Thy brown puppy walked into the corn field and played with the snake that was lying on the rock.
I see what you did there.
Thy brown puppy walked into the corn field and played with the Snape that was lying on the rock.
Thy brown puppy walked into the corn field and played with the Snape that was lying on the rook.
George saw that Bib had never bent there.
My cod is wetter than yours.
Nobody really chows anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Farter.
New Challenge:
** The Pope made his sermon to the crowd and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace. **
How long before this can be made blasphemous? Or at least pornographic?
The dope made his sermon to the crowd and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace.
The dope made his sermon to the crown and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace.
George saw that Bib had never lent there.
My bod is wetter than yours.
Nobody really chaws anything, do they?
Cecil is, of course, the Perfect Farted.
The mope made his sermon to the crown and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace.
Santa is evil, you know.
The mope made his sermon to the clown and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace.
Santa is evil, you knot.
The mole made his sermon to the clown and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of peace.
Santa is evil, you knob.
The mole made his sermon to the clown and invoked a story from Dante about the pillars of place.