Me-Mail: Dog Days

Tick tick peanut butter, jelly and the jam. I’ve got the moves of a travelin’ band. Take the deppy posits off the positronic tonic and let’s do this all for mustard. Bang. Rocket off to Phobos. Take the coats off of the hobos and give them sonic with brie on it, like the embryonic phonics. Sicks sense, we’re staying home from school. We’ll show that old fool the gold pool and take the monkeys off the fence. What’s up now, dude? Forget the lettuce, let’s get us some tomatoes pureed, pasted and stewed. Bang. Shots me on the burgers. Shall we discuss the habits of rabbits and footlong frankfurters?