I used to be a strapping, wandering fellow like thouest, Then I tooketh a pointed stick to my patella
The Language of the Anglo-Saxons ART THOU FLUENT?!!
TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! TELLER OF UNTRUTHS! YOUR TROUSERS HAVE COMBUSTED!
The imperatively dwarfed arachnid moved vertically along the device from which liquid dihydrogen monoxide pours.
It is as if the more financial security one accumulates, the more dissension one encounters.