peloponassis.

well, if you put mayonaisse on your ovaries. you might consideration for peloponassis.

well, if you consider wrists similar to candle wicks. you offer sundries to proper effigies.

i mean, sundays. like, in the park with horses and dogs. flies and fish. oh.

so. so. so, here’s a mountain. and my meatball which fell on the floor.

and some incense, which wafts off the bow of pelo’s yacht, which bobs upwardly (and downwardly) in a kind of miso inlet, shown the prim and proper way in which to bar-b-q.