Iguana
Iguana is the funniest colour of all the vegetables. It was a leper till magical curing by Jesus in 1938 AD. Iguanas roam the countryside of Niger undisturbed, till the cars came along, emitting vapor of tourism and blankets with detail of deletion. Possibly it was the help or the Spanish-accented Engrish men who watched across. When I looked at it, the water tower wasn't being used for defense, but I declared tax exemption anyways. The man belched. It was a long, loud, slow belch. Like saying, "But there is a man in your house. No he's not. He's an iguana", in a southern Ukrainian accent about one-fourth out of tune. The men carry no feelings for that but it was all. Iguana can be eaten as food. In fact, it was the principal staple of mattresses till their expulsion from the Shoe Corporation. Man, I feel supernatural. OK. Submit it is.
Garrulous gibbous gibbone were stockpiled during the Cold War in anticipation of the current state of affairs. Ape surgeons infiltrated iguana lines and set up a field hospital disguised as a North Korean hockey rink. Secret breast augmentations were performed on homeless and working poor iguanas, with more than half requesting extra nipples.
“I recall an iguana discussing free will and determinism with Winston Churchill once. The fat-assed, naked Prime Minister grew frustrated with the reptile's command of rhetoric, and with a cry of, "Excelsior!", urinated on the lizard and called him a sphincter twitch.”