Anyone who collects pimples is array cyst.
Epic poem about nostril hair: Dante’s Fur Nose
Am I allergic to invisible parasites? I dust mite be.
When Jean-Luc orders Earl Grey he does it with certain tea.
Replenishing one’s stock of mints can be a mo’ mentos occasion.
Tie-win Lannister never loses.
The hard-luck hunter preyed and preyed.
Work at the New York Sock Exchange and you get plenty of hose.
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.