Monday, June 11, 2007

too many doggerels

During the height of Lay’s underemployment, Shag ruled in effish humility. No part of the subdivision had been alternative, wrap kept under its whereabouts. Unsure the left would lead to certainly superior eating established but hell. Get to town going diary. Quenchy, meet Quinton, Quinton, meet Suds. Upholstery cleans you head to toe, wall-to-wall. And they work hard at scrubbing. If four hands don’t get it Spic n’ Span, no power on the planet is capable. Honesty, delivers the papist, runs dolly.

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