I'm set up in my sell. My phonymalefacts number written down I'm on fire. Ideal, I deal. I set up the pitch, wind up the patrons, pestering pleasantly, I get my sail.
It's the only way I'll dig myself out of this ditch being a gargantuan gardnerian witch.
Out with the gnomes of Zurich Stones worn smooth
I'm in every aisle yule wheel
Do this thing together
I'm there at your convenience
In every kind of whether