Off-End-Dead

 Pretended to be offended; often the dead offerings, 

cough and swing chicken-winged with depressing 

matters in the bark and Karl Lark Lagering Lagerfeld.

On The End did I D.O.D or O. J oh Geezuz priority check: 

"To pass the ketšup and go back to bed!" Looney-Moon

Some druncard sailors there frettening to raise Communism, 

as Ash Ketchum caught up with Corona Chan, to train Picachu; 

who didn't like the poison attacks -- Preludes intruded...

to surprised clownfeces and back to surprised disgusted Picachu.

I was out to lunch with Legion; Nietzsce and Borat -- 

Emanuelle was the hand maid -- at least her cellphone had such anime on; 

the violins there made in Koh-I-Noor. John Wick placed his order, 

to kill the competition; the tender meat barrelhunted petitions on some Ethereal Thane, 

Ethan would not have disavowed, to blow up Kreml; and the Empire State, in one set.

That would be the difference -- add in the forbidden palace, and we got ourselves a Sweet Jesus Deal! 

Defecating and defamating in the hoisted pretorian, retarding in the sheathe. 

The saving throw-up brought only snake-eyes and an Epic Fail... Disquantified for two 1-drops; 

at the same time. -- Now you have to fuck up twice simultanously. Dost that account, two minus 

make one perfect 20? My moral wings there on high gear. King Lear 

Goof to go Blair Witch meats Vanity Fair. Such ploys, there all abide by the rules are boring -- 

just bring your own ToS and see what happens! "Now now, little D -- if you dpm't eat your veggies, 

Donald Trump pee under your bed and win an election. We have to give head to stay ahead!!" 

Into the void -- before Trump can do it. "Better we burn everything to cinders, than them!" 

No credit due -- the account was overdrawn, I had to fawn on John Swan ans Sena 

Never liked those; not even disliked to meh shoes -- Fake people are such a drag in the drop. 

"Mickey Mouse, what is in between the R the D and the C?" "Riddick?"

"Wrong, sit down! ReDCon the floor of Politico!" That bite harder than bleeched laptops and Manchurian Candids on dates with the offspring of Elm-Street. Freddy must have mist a spot...