Monday, April 29, 2013

Might you con, dearie?

ever changing font with gasps and chasms and lapses and spasms and the old with the new all imbued with lost hues and for whatever reason I'm not as yet sued for the run on puns all done right tightly rinsed of chin offals and officials and peripherals and infinitesimal spells of quelling spelling stammer clams oh damns and the bans on glands wouldn't you know all aglow and lowing woeful in the mouthful of blows

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