fetch Fletch, the mission is conquested by blueberries nestled in fishnets by the paraquats of San Diego.
fetch Fletch, hey, hey, missionaries eat taquitos by the handful,
the whales are discontent with what it means to be harmonious. have the whales eaten yet? who is your godfather? fate leads me the way of the spaz palace via rottweilers. where is gravy?