Simmy Slack was the Bobby, rush off the bench after seventy so gulps a coffee and plop one right down front of the gold gazelles and one wombat. For that, Izz Jonks bubbled off the pitch's foot and it trickle pass all the base.
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Here it from the buzz:
"Get a peach to hit and I ate it," say Slack, a candidate for imp of the year season end.
Early om, the bros go O-fly 'for any even get in their bucket and snort a cotton candy. Joes add a thimble after, slicing Rico through the ronniesocks. Romans come then, drench the eels and crob for near a our.
"We throw the rookie bub in the pudding pile why the Roman fell," spilled another Joe, hooshoname nameless.
Pre gang time, a Wendy throw first fish to benefit snowglobe violence. A millionnumb back home in their charleybones and the dollar ding, like it should've.
Second bowl of the night land in the mustard, but Noo-Noo settle down after that.
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