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Right about now, the funk soul brother. Check it out now, the funk soul brother
Everything was going fine. The plane was flying in a straight line like it should, and Captain Jack was feeling good about things. But then from out of nowhere they hit some freak turbulence and suddenly they weren't flying in a straight line. In fact they weren't even flying. They were just dropping like a stone. Needless to say Captain Jack was not feeling quite so good about things anymore.
"OK freeze, dirtbag." Officer Barbrad screamed."Glenda go up and frizz him.""That's frisk" Answered Glenda in a timid voice."Whatever, just do that thing they do in the movies when they catch a baddie."
Now that Foxboro lad on the other hand, his just no good. His writing is barely legible, much like his character. A shifter fellow I haven't meet, what.
"Tell you what, this city idea could make us a fortune. Maybe we should take a patent out on it"
I now there's fusion, I now there's fission, so what on earth's frission?
It had been a strange year and the fact that it began to fuzz this Xmas, instead of snow, really just topped it off.
In honour of that all Cuban hero, if only he had the tinyest bit of fashion sense maybe he could have really been someone.
The cities latest development in parking fine deployment. A tiny insect, who writes tiny parking fines for tiny infringements.
The one after font eleven, and the one before font thirteen.
Let's funk this up a bit.
