Your nose hairs scare me.

Sir, what exquisite breasts you have! The glow of your teeth exudes the courage of raw liver. I would gladly eat chamberpots of your sickled beans and thalassemic rice. Hermaphrodites around the galaxy desire that you turn your rock and crochet bowl to its loudest setting. Your unexpected explosion entangles us in a web of premature umbrellas and precocious timepieces. You are truly a wristwatch in a world of lumps.

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