this is no mellifluous post, i'm jocoserious. :)
i'm my group's yogi for the stressbuster but i'm not zygodactylous, that'd just be disgusting.
the cockalorum in my house gets fucky kinesthesia every time he gets drunk and soon he'll engage in noctambulation, to add to his previously existing alexithymia. speaking of which, he's not the only one who can't express himself without the use of profanities and obsceneties and even chooses to vituperate publicly sometimes. what a boondoggle. again, he's not the only one.
i, as a self-proclaimed deipnosophist would like to point out that there is an excrescence of a being, whom with their unasinuous friend(s) seem to believe in the floccinaucinihilipilification of everything, or most things and thinks of most others as a bunch of gobemouches. your thoughts are quaquaversal and philodox, i would advise you to make an attempt to be more reticient but you are too philodox for even that.
so i say go read a hagiography, and learn something while you're at it. maybe then you'll get more interlocutors than your usuals. excuse my logorrhea, but my mom's oxyphonia is very agitating.
i am going to improve my tachygraphy and try lose some steatopygia. this was all written on my friends' whigmaleeries and i am still suffering from extreme xenophobia as usual.
i dont think this actually made proper sense.
ohwells. DARE COMPLETED.
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