Doug'ys Dad done died doin' Doris Dilkins

Doug'ys Dad done died doin' Doris Dilkins during Demsicola's Derby Days.

Enthralled, Ella eagerly etched eleven elated eulogies, entering everything equally - explained Esther, exuding excitement.

Fundamentally, future funerals featured florid flowers, fetid flesh, following fibbing flabbergasters. Finally, Father Fred farted. Fanny fanned furiously, for farting fumigated

"Good gases!" gasped Gerry. "God gave granny's growing gut greatness." "Going

" The verbals test was a success. The fifth grader had taken over Mrs. Myrtlenut's mind. He directed the teacher over to the toy box. He ordered her to say, "Ok, class, guess what?

Toys are a LIE employed by ADULTS in a CONSPIRACY to prevent you from knowing the TRUTH!" The 5th Grader guided her to the high-rise classroom window. She jumped. The kids screamed

And the golden parachute arrived right on schedule, at 8:16pm on July 22, 2016. The three year interlude was very agonising but it allowed the stock market to rise and students got

diverted into programs that had nothing to do with the previous fold. I would provide further details, but what would be the use.

Such diversions were often devoid of any details. What we do know, from piecing the puzzle back together, is that the previous programs

fell short of expectations, much like the toad who was hired to eat the garden slugs. But being a magic toad, I guess he just felt he had better things to do. Such abuse of power.