You know Vern? I didn't see that rubbish coming?

When He said come forth had it not been for specifics the whole tomb would have heard the Word, but flesh eating and worms were still in the vicinity of cleanliness when the authority got back. It never seems to end in humility for the strain of perfection is only by a bread of life in D.N.A. and Lord help us if were neutered and spade.

I'm the worst at what Ernie did best and for this gift Nirvana said, "best is blessed", a heart as to evade is not without escape and before owning one's own or evil is that itself in the heart a depart for glow in the dark comics, comics, comics. It is somewhat a scene in the test of screentime and for putting things away. Bye-Bye my earnings of deviled bad eggs. FIJN.

We didn't put You on the shelf, but you hard duck decked us anyway. To be a big shot, did ya?

Well, everyone has heard about the "Earn?!" Sing-Sing to know the answer of, "No', Earth!" A footstool of loved enemies anyway toward anime's Nirvana of Dive-Dive Dive-Dive a hit in me, and up to the 1990's! Well, uh, Earn-Earn-Earn is a visible expression of the inventive invisible envy and to yearn as is the word, well uh don't you know about the urn?

Well, everybody knows that famous word that dawned is the yearn urned word! N-yuck, an Evil "Ern'-ie." Yearn the learning and yearning learned, Baby.

Hello, I love you won't you tell me about your evil Ernie! 90's catterwhaling.

Hello, I love you, tell me jump the blood pressure up to my knee. By the 2000's media Soft Parade.

THE Doors.

Open to Jim and as on to Van Morrison, by the likes of boardwalks that are now forgotten coffee shops and records. In an inclination to revamp the schooldays imagination that has no inkling of sinner's place as they save the reconciling enjoyment because so much has been unto Himself. Has He? Forgot my name as a summation of the 90's or so forth a 2000's beyond gleaned graze? In the grey matter and the hairs, and yet the tape recorders proclamation, "Oh, Evil Ernie!" Denied the claim in the back water turning of one headlight for making hay of the sunshine and along a time alone toward life's lonesome road, and it is on to steal home. Evil is heavy or adorned but not Earned as Ernie adores, but a meekness breaks the yoke. Evil brained as a deer crossing with no eyes in the game of this a day and age that is looking as the no eyed dear (no idea) dad joke vernacular that people are strange. Just. Strange, Peculiar. Not even a peace nor piece suck in a cheek but talking about hook-ups, everything seemed the same whenever a peculiar discernment hits as a 1999 turn of the century. Jacked up for jacks to open and trips to win, in and by the plain famed Drain You Suck-Ups as the GaGa-Goo-Goo framed game.

Date Night!
Harumph from everyone, even the warped ones. Forget me nots I'm healing old evil eye Bernie, ya hear me Vern? "That's Evil Ernie!"