from Mel Torme
Mountain of frost-swollen wafers Dwayne'd by shining, flowing ringlets, absorbed elephants, deeply of their fricative roots. The hammer preview is beginning always, but I didn't rremember ever finding it out until statues enshadowed in their crustal forms emerged out crustless anew. Ropen honeysuckle man. Chocolatey ropes enfangle Mo by erupting dick-sabers from dick-turrets. Shabby sailors oil each other viciously. It stinks but looks amazing. Cool players think their friends started this handshake, but Mel Torme started this bodacious handshake.