Molybdenum Quarterly Interview with Pamela and Jessica

Molybdenum Quarterly: Can you list each one of the urban and niece nonuse murals your archly gigantic heads slowed down in the unneeded holes?

Jessica Simpson: The black christ found sober people & the priest tied happily to the gang redactive function order. And, all of the holes were needed by the giant heads.

Pamela Anderson: Today is a living stasis of unsynchronized, dense cleat alimony in a good riddance of tiger tail notching togs. Hm, gigantic heads. Yes!

MQ: That’s not what I asked, but Jessica, were concerns that night uglies of the mysterious dome extinction there in the falsies titanic patches were causing a teflon ruckus?

Jessica Simpson: The inexact anal ions brought this thing that led me on an otter alert along the seafloor with a goon. How do you know about the falsies?

MQ: ….and included in cage?

Pamela Anderson: Missing serfs and thin, odious idiots presented the number of grilled maidens by the numbers of the charts. It was great.

Jessica: That’s your story.

MQ: While the solute color believes in non-whistling amateur elders and has college undo you?

Pamela Anderson: I totalize lubes in every color and delayed college while I was undid. It’s the best thing ever.

Jessica Simpson: You don’t need non-whistling bears to accommodate you when that happens.

MQ: I guess not! While antlike carusos awoke the spiced taboo rosters and as bongo snowy emissions fell on the country, what were you doing?

Pamela Anderson: Oh, the not for order prepared foldout! What I always do.

Jessica Simpson: ….and send them to the whistling absorber by one who like does not to do that.

MQ: He doesn’t? But won’t a prime side section drawly lye wets hatchers twice fired single themes lead full of life eyeing?

Jessica Simpson: Eyeing a prime side section of wetted hatchers is the theme, but…

Pamela Anderson: I tingle their seafood lolled armies and the simpering torso leopards ending in a hotfoot where they can appreciate it.

MQ: Does the chaos of nutty mileage worn on your backs occasion daystars angst in one ego while the scions note a mess in the other?

Pamela Anderson: I own my paces either perked or by copout lockets

Jessica Simpson: …. rouelle dire dent ardé crocs reste ergot!

MQ: That will have to be the last word. Thanks!