mustard over her
impressively tattooed mammarries
.
"They look tasty
." Vic-k muttered, as
Horatio lunged in
-side of his
Louis Vuitton handbag
and withdrew a
notebook and pen
.
"I’m inspired-n-enthused
beyond all reasonable
expectation." He said.
.
“Poetry my tootie!”
, retorted Mum.
"Hear-hear!
…M’dear." Rejoined Maude
with harried tones
[i]
Don’t want to scare y’ (or p’rhaps I do. Not really arsed), but your post’s exactly the one I was contemplating. Decided against it, out of selfless regard for other TWSers Do you think that we could be linked intellectually on the subconscious level? 
Y’ll be panicking now… won’t y’?[/i]
of constenation
.
Meanwhile, in Alabama
, St. Vic-k’s sartorial proclivities
, garnered innumerable disciples