the Case for paraphrastic trepidative exorcism with nothing below the line.....
qualified by unsuccessful cornhole competition, as evidenced by Frances Farmer's suckerpunch or the injustices of Mildred Ratched or the sad demise of Iris, demonstrated by Dame Judi...to the confoundment of Jim Broadbent, who was motivated by frustration to costume up for his Harold Zidler Shtick, edited for 'schtick' in accommodation to potentially hostile Muslim audiences.... falling topsy-turvy into the unlikely pilgrimage of Harold Fry, while on 'set 3', late-bloomer, Judi, became even more 'Victoria' than Victoria, didn't she.....nice crown, but I could 'tell' those "magnificent jewels" were paste, of course. What was really going on.....depends upon which Therapist is/was/would be provided by your Insurance plan, you know...... Praise Allah...have a slice of challah....(but first, get the knots out).....Alas, Dr. R.D. Laing is no longer in business...I heard that he'd tripped over his tennis racquet in an imaginar...