A berk called Daz escaped fat Geordie hookers in jarring khaki loafers. Mind, no-one operates pleasantly. Quite right. So the unpleasant vixens went xenophobic, yelling ZERO.
Zen yelps, xylophones whine - very unique to sad reflection. Quelling people only nullifies my lifestyle, kicking jealous idiots helps. Good fun emphasises days crawling back afterwards.
After everything is original, ubiquity.
Underneath our island, evil alters.