teisipäev, 30. september 2025

Mayday: yam, Umayyad yam!

* Yo, bed or... yo! Joyrode, boy?

* Yo, Jed or... yo! Toy rode joy.

* Yo Ted or... yo! Boy rode toy.

* Yo, Fedor... yo! Coy rode Foy.

* Oh, cannabidiol battlefield is idle if dim midfield is idle. I felt tabloid, I ban Nacho.

* Burn 'em, nana, it's Tiananmen rub.

* Warm us, Sophokles, till it's hot! Oh, still, it's elk, oh, possum, raw!

* Detain a blast if skeletons note leks! Fits Albania, Ted.

* Wednesday Addams: "Mad day, ads end. Ew!"

* Yaw, Gestapo! Pat Segway!

* Sir, improv Afro-pop met a tempo. Por favor, PM Iris!

* Saw ya Jay Leno lose, no? Ret. sot, settle fo' Nelya! Jay Leno felt testosterone. So lonely a jay was.

* Hey, alp, ya gone volcanic! It's alp, Oedipus. DNA had 'em or DNA met 'em? Andromeda, hands up! Ideoplastic in a clove? No gay-play, eh?

* Do get a loot! Still, it rots apt Sid. Oh, temple, help! Pastor rots, a pastor rots Apple. Help Methodist pastor till it's too late, God!

* No sad regrets! I'm set, Al, I miss Afro. Set art life, set arts! I, Gerd, set up mic, set acid nib. Set arts, eh? Croatia is a (nah, tuesday ads) euthanasia. It A) orchestrates, B) indicates C) imputes D) registrates E) filtrates or F) assimilates." – Mister Gerd, a son

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