Spam Jam Word Cram-Herschel Mustachio Vs. Bob The Blacksmith Vs. The Dinosaur Rockers Vs. The Circulatory Drama Queen>Act 3

Oh those glass warts! The last time I conferred with them, they drummed and slapped archival doctrinal theories that were so insatiable, that even the promiscuous unidemensional Leopard Almighty Tambourine Man drank chloroplast-free batteries! The Great Heschel Mustachio poodle-pulsared the cortex hamburger, declaring it the brainchild of actions racing like circumspection lollipops that even the most congenial hospice potato farmer from the former Soviet Union could support!

It was purple last time I looked, continually flowing like a Christian dustbin vomiting its destablizer anyplace it could get a clutch to stick. Bob The Blacksmith attentively and god-like tends to vilify and demand that Sam & Ella honey up their sachets of beatitude or else mourn the empathetic cargo of featherless birds so ravenous and cross-strawed, that even being ashamed of sawdust droppings will be banned by the FCC in an amorous attempt to refection themselves behind gaudy exo-skeleton-like cornucopial billion dollar iodine eyeglasses, that even the Republican Party can ask the average Hypocycloid Ashman if he's copyrighted the last phosphate citrate eulogy beer alliance to please the ductwork gong-workers union so proud!

Couldn't believe it with my own eyes or ears if I saw it, but there they were on the bandstand, The Dinosaur Rockers with total abandonment. Amazingly, anal as it seemed, the band pass they provided me with was so gregarious, that even the puniest ant could punt the most irksome and cuddly lukewarm erector set straight into a bottle of Brand X and send it smashing right into a diffeomorphic integrated bravadoed declarative kindling wood that those white Earth streaks can dance rabidly in the plight of its pursuer, an alter ego stuffed in its craw!

Oh! What is it with that circulatory drama queen, anyway! One minute she acquits the sultry murderous drywall assailant and then switches into overdrive the latest inception of a combined effortless freak consisting of outrageous juggling and the essence of a single-backstiched pterodactyl crossway sensor and then demands counter-examples!