Anyone who collects pimples is array cyst.
Epic poem about nostril hair: Dante’s Fur Nose
When Jean-Luc orders Earl Grey he does it with certain tea.
Tie-win Lannister never loses.
The hard-luck hunter preyed and preyed.
Indian raitas pen a lot of naan-fiction. They unfold at a curried paste. I like to sit down in Mahal and read them. I got so engrossed the last time when my mom was leaving the house I didn’t even wish her ‘Mum, bai.’ Lucky she left me a deli sandwich. I Vishnu could read them all, but in India, of these books, they ban galore.
Hungry novelists enjoy dinner with all the fictions.
Want good luck? Then warmly greet a dwarf. It can have a ‘hey low’ effect.
Shakespeare’s play about surprisingly fragrant flatulence, aka All Smells that End Well.
My Ph.D thesis was on cattle raised in the Roman city of Pompeii. To understand it all I had to visit the ancient mooins.