in the ninteenth month of the 18th day of bermingham sunshime, a dreadle lost my heouse ke y and i fell so far out. nd dinner time was counting on my mind to waffle around the living room like a nsiffing pootch and jamboreee in my pudding shoes. i can only excavate my lighting post doing 40 in the moonlight. Depositorilingly, I cunundruvate my exsouslodge boligrioiaphical induciflism. In dupostiscorultational outcry, a man stood lost among the flames, of extostufurroism, bannigrioflaguloism, and definite, definite, humgoflialfagularism.