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Jimmy

the Reeferettes,

and

BN'ers

would

drink

Tequilla

every

day

in

church

and

hula

around

the

pews.

Once upon a time a frog with big feet and no love life croaked. He was purple and slimy like Judi Dench. Tomorrow night when Judi bathes, she will wash the spot right below her nose. Something wicked slapped against clubbed feet submerged in Jello shots from Bermuda hilltop mansions. Triangle owned decks painted with bright plaid borders. Quickly, Mr. Snodgrass ran over into the hatch, grabbing himself repeatedly behind the ears. The airplay spider swayed from intoxication just just studdering due to ball-hogging. Soon considering switching to pork, polka, and beer, she jumped, waltzed, and sashayed seductively towards Jimmy Buffett because tickets were hard to submerge under tumultuous waves because they smelled. Monkeys humped prawns until cheese appeared under Mings twice on the catwalk , twirling batons and coconuts over Mr. Utley. Mike and Peter went skinny dipping Friday unknowingly in quicksand. They were almost tired of swimming nowhere so a penguin waddled up to him and said well, what the goonies are your lives doing in quicksand? We haven't yet seen the likes of Mr. Miyagi but everyone will sing silently because Mr. Belvedere went fishing along with Cher. They were wishing that Mac, Jimmy, the Reeferettes and BN'ers would drink tequilla every day in church and hula around the pews.

As

the

breeze

blows