From: R(boy)
The cubic retort: I have not six sides but three to conjure up some type of sanctimonious bluff about my own pink finger. As a possessive noun i not accumulated enough clout to layer fill enough powder blue in the debate of your lovely colon. My misplaced metropolis may have married a marsupial named Misty. As gustily a wind has left mormons on the door step, the bananas remain as brown as you found them. I have not 2 sides left for a silk line you may hang your unmentionables from, but a berry blast of sugar free gum, dum, de deedle, de bum. Insert (_N_O_U_N_). The last side has absorbed successfully.
