Choco. The fly goes buzz and buzz and minces around a yorgurt like a fresh.
Choco and gimp and numbers for fry. The languge he speaks is only forbidden buy low. It was all part of the plans for companys at the time. Considered risky by most and dank by minority. Produced by a craft and flooded into my island jam.
Droplets of water never ran dry within choc. Lie for your tounge. Why is the mince so himm?