Quaffle kerfuffle

I baked Romi-one a taart of degraded breakfast uranium savages. In the first 14 minutes, they wrote me a note,

' Tidel: Do you like re-ruining the golly dope jump-juniper? Human damn, I'll forgive you if you go god hunting with O'sian . . . Next Wednesday -- Hope revival Dance at 6 o' to 7 o' Tenty Plock. '

Yes i am Tidel. Humnas have sponek my Word for you-tousand yours.

There were always open windows to view and smell the ever-more-brilliant Garden of Our Lady of Glad Good Natural Feelings of Opting to Wait

Growing 11 meet'ers high, past the first story, vines and watches sparkled like stars giving on pineal days

The eucharist tipped itself off the plate pedestal, and the priest flipped up his friendly limbs to grasp the young house total day plans.

Light dusts and bright dirts settle the oldest grey stone bricks, arches and entryways and exits

All the older men filed thru Mac'Conald's driving range of Blunt Arrows and Speakable Rushtimes.

The end.