Frtie

 He welps the yung helper to be drippy on the ready fab milk hunk

Jump in my car, he said, freedom rang the telephone ready to hump the loud.

And in every syllable of his death lip, he srpang for first insurances ready at the dime.

Hell! He sang and all local secrets detected fear, forgetful, moronic, health was wishing it was ready to live.

Diamond puppies,

I am killing the yellow numb bliss of the erect pompous, preoccupied, ready to invest, heroic diced taco salad, resting burger

Yes.