The Hungry Douce

The drool of a fish is a hard substance when removed of the water, so in turn you are the one who can loop the difficulty of the rope of the Weave that is our glory.

How the Goats Hoard the Gays

To kill the broken mankey sicle would mean that we shall eat the rope of the dragon goat that may hoard the little gathering of gays.

The Broken Horn Of the Fermenting Hiccup

If the mark of the lex is to large for the time of the death that arose during the hiest of 37, then it's mustache therefore is far to small to be even considered as a ground griggle fish.

Grinding the Frantic Droop

Joining a dead horse with a sick mouse will ruin the space cow continuum , thus creating a vacuum that will reverse the singing of the caterpillar that ground the yearning dreadlocks that scrape the floor of the newfound door.

The Lark of the Banana

The migration of the lord of the under seals must join with the younger dolphins to make the journey through ground and time. Do you think that he will die if he survives the nice treacherous waters of darkness. So the abyss must be a dark joint of affections

The Gourding Hork

To the spluttering donkey, an angry handkerchief may surely spell death. But if one is made of lard and brazen as a bull, then they have a chance of turning 27 god down to the sky

The Fringing Armour

Backspacing is the way of the tiger. All who are winged are carnivorous today.

To Answer the Click

The thunder lettuce will adjourn the calling of the exiguous shards.

Love of the Last Goat of Gays

The more gongs droop, then surely variety must grout the walls of the sad frang we must be near while far. So dies the frank of froning hork.

The Flack is Not of Wheat

If thou lupine head must rest upon warks nar. Going in the hickory dopley must fluck the ruin gad, don't you not know?

Jointed Crickets

Horses norst hilt the frond of the griggle licker, kant thy dry thou lips apon your jink. So thou must dieth.

To the Kings of Golf

If the explore of the guild tries to gift the cows nostril, then the rendering in the front must become rested because trees don't lie.

Your Gourding Minkle

Jousting with the killer of the gong, might just hurtle the poke of the bear-like turtle.

The Flabeting Krickon

If the gnome no longer dislikes you, how does one explain the pain of conification when the koad still bards the gord.
So then the vieras of the world must still be the same no matter the ground humilation of your bones in the frontal known.