Thirsty for Cheese, and to Feel the Breeze set sail along Mr. D.'s discrepancy at Saint John's High School... Class of 2000!

Cattle so Addled with the six-pence trench by the bullhorn’s gargantuan volume, so as I with Tulips stashed in Tupperware, sniff my two-lips for a kiss I could have seen a wholesomely rude attitude with what I exude a prominent figure—a figurine of Paris France with the Ms Hilton shoveling dirt on the good and ol’ Lindsay Low-Hand lefty left me broke as a joke with wearing shoes to sell—for some food, handily, that the hearsay a pipe can be made with Acrylic “Clay” instead of Play-Doh and E, I, E, I, and OH ain’t that the crux of the cavern, I steer clear of any Tavern I once knew so well, the 12 oz bottle of beseeched “Becks”—I love my Dad—I love my Mom—I love my Aunt Donna Donohue—and last but not least (her height, the shortest) Justine Aragona The Queen, bringing a storm, being the one who brings it, of course:

The Swarm:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAcyyquhd3Y

Eh, alike?