Sad panda could not grin when asked to bear it, so the next option was to beer it to the gutz: until swagbelly tilted in gravity’s favour. Now, bad panda is emitting offense to osmatic senses and presenting lead weight between lissome limbs. Rad panda will emerge from pass-out to outpass rat racers—after a bitty booze snooze in street shoes. ; )
You want a gest of love, hidden watcher of birds? Well, I will, instead, quank for you a request to leave the leaves in place—fronting your face. We are resplendent and worthy of note, but we will happily fast for a night in order to let our dinner serve as fantassins for your trespassing toes. And, if squawks and bites end up as hints not subtle enough, we are friends with a crocodilian who would be more than willing to provide you with the opportunity to alligate some severed limbs. ; )
One seeking a halcyonic mind may purchase a panacea from a Croesus, but will with a placebo likely leave. Floral friends advocate that an imperturbable sense with help from scents—one can achieve. When inner talk becomes arid and void, dryasdust bears fertile feelings by finding thought-blooms to retrieve. ; )
Their cobbler is prepared in a Barnstaple oven, which merits reason for the drive and wait.
But, birthday toast is now delayed for parturient friend—with a-new-nother—has a date.
Hugs to self are hugs to her as mind wonders how to jury-rig a felicitation for two.
Week’s start of capricious days should have had me prepared, but ready is rarely possible when every next is new. ; )
I appreciate that with your hand of nosh, you nipe so that I may nip.
Crunchy veg is scarce after a rainpour. You say these nugs come from a rose-seed store?
A moment, please, whilst I sort bites by size; shambolic plates sour buds as half of flavour is sensed from eyes.
After I have had my fill, would you care to see my rendition of Lindy Hop? It leaves bunnies jealous because their tails cannot support the swingy bop. ; )