Ice Wine amidst a patina of stupidity (whorls unfuggling)

I finally took the plunge and tasted that bottle of ice wine that's been sitting around for a couple of years. Good, sort of like a very mild port. Reminds me of wild hickory nuts. Tastes like chicken. No, just pulling your leg.

Thank you. And then I traveled light years in an animal tent. Bogus. Banana therapies outfox the shot. We will stifle with lenity the meanings inseam tricks. Dynamo overhauling vetoed attested toot tellurians, contingency of ice mild port. Rides me offside horn coats. Tastes like chicken. Nominee thespian sitting around for a couple of used to be uncreative mitigation plans and for monitoring and Good, sort of.

Just when it starts to get real real good, the novus bolus recontaminates the arctic bowling alley supplier’s convention with stenchworthy trout. "Hi everybody! Try this drink. It's called a 'Mickey Finn'. You'll travel to unknown planets with me."

Who let that alligator in here? It's going to bite someone's leg off!

The mean seam trident o vault
I ran wild on the Continent of Mu
Midden madden mangy margarita
Trumpeting the haste of natural thinking
Have Chick-a-boom Will travel
There’s a Torpedo in the holding tank
Her name is Minnie the Twinnie
Ignobly the armies of Transfalsidor jump around
Creating animal minimus in their solitude