Dinging RumbRells and Bunning

You better sherlock your holms, 'cause Herlock Sholms is out of town.  Hijinx is gunna have the whole world saying my name, and bathing twice as long.  Never budge a jook by his collar, unless europe for a swarthy swashbuckler.  Complexions will colour but as my lawyer swears, on the Boly Hook: "I tear to swell the truth, the trole whuth and nothing trut the buth. Mo gelp he Sod".  With crime rates going up, we should switch to a more reliable network.  I need a little more sterility in my life.  You know something firm to grand on stolid sound.  Foundation, but then I lost it.  Oh, I'd forget my shead if it weren't for my stock houlders.  I mean where would I live?  Next you lock your keys in your karma, and the first thing you noah, some lazy crady's at your door raving off about a sarage-gale, as if it were for sale.  You can't buy happiness with a warm gun, at least not legally.  Nurturly Ire farms speak for themselves, anywhoo's who knows nose jobs like the back of my full Monty Ray Jack Jesus saves you money toupee the price is rice.  By any other means boondoggles the community from reading about it in the hand book.  If the Scouts can wear them, why can't we?

But that's the problem with boys today.  It's all plork and no way.  Imagination goes up in smoke as the media dumbs down our feature presentation with yet another foon sped commercial.  No one's kvetching cause no one knows what they want anymore.  Truth is irreverent, bought on Amazombie-Bay and sold back to the Weakly World we Knew so little about.  HD LSD screens make sure you get crystal meth pictures with digitally enhanced high or low trips for those surround sounds in your head phones.  Changing lifestyles with the click of a button makes channel surfing Americas' leading show on ESP in sports that no body watches any more than three hours a day.  With TV ratings going up, we should perchance library insurance in case the dewy decimal system goes on the fritz.  How will we consult the mowners anual without propel insurrections?  It only happens once a year and twice in a yeap lear, on the kings watch.  

Peeping Toms watch themselves for a change, leaving all the ladies at ease.  It's been so long since any of them have shaken a tower with both hands on the wheelman.  He gets tired too, ya know.  When the back-door man hears the front door slam, he's out the widow and into the grand cannon.  Loosely hung, "He's on to the next pit stop down the red-light district".  She took him for arouse around town and left him crossing the intercourse alone, with no protection.  His mother told him not to cross-dress the street without looking both ways last but not least first.  Having learned his lesson in oral commentary, he decided to keep his mouth shut and his legs open.  "Beat cha to the punch line", gulped Sue, but she was already there hook, line and sphincter.  With a gig and a low cost retirement plan, he can save up for a future in crime fighting.  Scruff McGruff and you're all set to take a munch out of lunch.  Would you frike lies with that.  Accordion tuba falafel, yes…yes I would.