Pro Shoot Toe Sammich

I'll cast you an idol, made of a little bit of leg, showing. Grow you a watermelon with ala's name across its side; thump the rotundity, ready, slice, spit. I could always take or leave them, but juicy fruited kisses, are just about the best. Babies like picnics, and I will capitalize what I want. Sell or die! Big brass balls. Big crass rules. I like mandarin for the oranges and cantonese for the food. Did I just make a lame ass rhyme again. My apologies, this one I do mean. I don't know why I write this way, I blame Dr. Suess, but you suss it however you want. Savvy? The space between lame and ass was intentional. We talk funny down here, and though we have our fair share of rocket scientists, boy do the rest bring down the average. Of course me included.