Sometimes I see these things but the seminar tells me no, bad.
There’s a towel on top of the cat house.
The quick brown fox jumps over the person testing his typewriter.
I’m telling you for the last time, I’m just not willing to introduce my knitting circle to Mr. Phillips quite yet.
The small one did all the buggering.
What duck?
There is cheese in the wash water.
Actually big crows don’t emulate frat guys, however I just kept letting my new otter put quails rather short to under value white xylophones, you zit!
Make mad love to the fishes!
Kill!
What’s that smell?
I need 10’ of speaker wire, a foot of rubber hose, 5 knee high socks, a pair of latex gloves, 2.5 cups of boiling water, a paper clip, a jar of garlic-stuffed olives, a blank CD-RW, 6 grams of opium, and 8 manila envelopes, STAT!
The milk in the fridge has soured, yet the apples still grow today, tomorrow, yellow bubbles.
This thread will self-destruct in sixty seconds.
Release the llamas!
Kindly keep your mollusks away from me. You see…looks around…there is a dead bird on the roof as we speak. So it’s NOT OUR FAULT that Henry doesn’t happen to like red.
Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz.
let’s have some muffins.
No soap. Radios!
My feet smell like cornchips.