Five sphincters of approval

Fives sphincters of approval is a soliloquy composed by Marshall Tito in response to Albanian incursions on his honor. The sphincters were listed alphabetically at first, but then voted by committee to ransack the goblins of pine cones unilaterally. Gathering loins, girded and ungirded both, the plaintiffs cancelled flights to Cancun in lieu of inserting more random words into this article.

The gathering huff nuts surly all, conniving to cancel their own flights to meed their medicare payments. They all got their antipsychotics from some dude behind the Store24. Having puffed and repositioned their fire, goblins exploded in the night due to direct hits on their sphincters. There is more to the story, but alas, the author tires.

He cantilevers delicately towards the flank of distress, cultivating Borkum Riff in vast storehouses on the outskirts, and outgarters, of town. Psychic Betty would be our guide.

She does not recommend being herself. If she does, she still doesn't. We're going to have a frank conversation about that.

Again the author tires, even more this time. The pain is more bothersome. Pandas are materializing in his back yard. Jews are beings told to doff their yarmulkes. Disgusting.

Donald Trump called me for advice about nothing. He does not take advice. In face, he didn't even call me.

Thus, each sphincter twitched in approval, both alphabetically and otherwise. The dad tried to fool people into believing that his son had advanced extra nipple syndrome.