terhadap

Saylast mebongo, I am certain of the profundent premaritime trithypthonguency that is the sweet pungency of awarness last derived by the currencies of the Umong. I am a bastard, a principle minded by the Theorem of Beeblebrox, the nicest pos-cut I can find, but am I present, do I contribute to the dough, the visible glutinous froth that leads into the tomorrowhences of yesterdaymemory? Had I a campo a field a ommunique to the deifarct, would I be ready for the meaningful transposition of fear and mindrage, then I would set alone to atone to see to be. Ah, the prof says we're in luck, it's time for Absolute Beeblebrox Mode.