I couldn't find anyone with a swayed back wearing suede shoes, nor could I find a sax to place in sacks. I found a tale near a tail, but it really wasn't photogenic enough to capture. Tax notices aren't posted with tacks anymore, which caused me to whine over a glass of wine. Whether the weather is nice, the wether (castrated ram) will get no sex as it is offered to the gods by sects. Martial leaders should be marshalled and then they shall we slay with an errant sleigh. The effect of all these acts which I've attempted to affect was to distract the barred bard whilst his lute I did loot.