brain_of_paradise_no_refunds paste! This is our store. We have fine merchandise. We offer packs of assured promises, guarantees that a fiberglass donkey will burst through your front door tonight. You will be sleeping and we will laughing, again. Call up the Mrs. Iron Vitamin, her trampolines are collated and sacrilegious. On anterior swifts, the synthetic oil is collecting in that magical spot where you deputized the default loan shark. It’s in pools now, slippery oil, costly too. I’m surprised you’ve switched to synthetic but then again, you’re the one with all the fat buckles and appetizer diagrams. It was more real than the first coral tent. In aisle two, there’s gonna be a whole shitload of lepers, and they just want to listen to the blues, so we suggest flocking to another aisle, like aisle three, home of our real estate department. The whisks fly in the general vicinity of half-grins. And so breaded, our nuggets. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, We guarantee it! Hope you take care! 020103 what's it to you? who go blather from