Well, we've found it in the stew. At last! We had been operating under the assumption (miscalculated and sticky-like-ham as it was) that it was in the commode. How silly we can be!
So we've found it in the stew, but now we need a thing! The stew is very hot, and we can't fit our tentacleeeees in there. What's to be done?
Obviously, we need to get it out of there. It's an heirloom! And we don't even believe in Merv Griffin. It could be that we need an enema. WE'RE REALLY NOT VERY PORTABLE.
Can you send us a planter? We've got a lesion. It's silly.
THAT WIFFLE BALL IS SLOBBERY. That's from the dog.
Can't decide? List:
__ Thorp __ Lilk
__ Marfonint __ Stog
__ Battery is Clad __ Sinewy
__ Plasted __ Smell
__ Larry, Larry, Larry...
__ Line __ Male
Can't decide? Lump.
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