After boring a fly on your hairline, I only have this issue which no need no tissue.
One thing I smell was the Betty in see 7-B, as she no way scrub her under since Tuesday (me and the grompo in 7-A agree over a chew of tray table mid-fly). And a two thing: cup a wobble three and change? Thas rye bread robbery.
I poke a Stuart midway through and ask four pillow but she yammer "only for head in bees nest class or washwoman with dishability". Wuh bow us beetles who need armrest for the next week elbowlympics?
Apples are people to, know.
And lassie but not on leash, when the playing land it bounce all over the place and when it finally stomp on a Ronald, all the other ronalds ask for couch or they sue.
"But I Sue," hear a one Sue say.
I can fly you one day, but it can no a be Thursday less a plane turn all way round go home.
So,
cheese see 7-C