Chapped.
HE, well, lowercase t plus h and e, a sock drawer, mindful courtesy applied and not emitted with the hiring process of integers, fording poopcakes along the way, a terrycloth back rub, Jacob's bladder, sundry matters, childish servings of platters containing ice, broken teeth, and that shitty yellow mustard.
Anthems with the H, well intended swearwords swording buckles, plates and resulting browns (the leaves aren't out yet) in a yeasty smell, and/oracle, ill-pointed chamber pot, necessity wink (she don't like), and transp///rec-room candies (like a wellspring or Belgian trippel), as or, simile insinuated, chin drops, greenness, owls for slippers, and upstate daydreams of itches and wires. You'll get there, pal. Once the truing spokes are cleared and we can rest E-Z, all tiny bits squared away i)))), hiss-clothed, ad agencies (they'll like your mom), and lastly, of course, brush-puckered.
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