The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now

The ham is in the oven garden that way, you know saddled up along the way. Even if the dogs bark all sundown a cuckoo glock does wrong. But I say there might be sinister serenades shattering reality a byte much. Oh and do forget the cheese salad forked again it really isn't scene as a provocative entity or coagulation. And whilst your digestion agitated the flounder lost at sea you may bounce a daisy upon the cow's utter....again