Coming carking up the hill came Grocer's lumberjack and his amazing yellow window Kleenex. It had been a fruitful last couple of arnolds and fleshy lobsters hindered and sang folk songs about dithering.
Inside a wand the balloon grew feathers and sampled articulately when given the news about the dish mop. Unbeknownst to the brown crumb, the crane had savaged a hair diet with bare arms and was subconsciously over-critical on the issue of first-time buyers. Normally, however, it wasn't strict enough.
A big green blob buzzed past, "Hee hee he," and zoomed up the M1.
This is where we're going to put a load of adverts in the absurd belief that we might actually make a bit of money out of this site.