Baking lozenges into the refrain

When eleven-teen Elvis impersonators went bowling as instructed to by the instruction sheet found in their cereal box that morning, an unlucky shirt got picked out as the most vibrant of them all.

It would have been considered the most ridiculous that none of the others would have counted to seventeen, or, wallowed helplessly as they listened to the others who were counting.

Not all of the solutions that had been proposed would benefit all contenders, it is with gumption that a decision that is to be made, will be made.

An ambulatory cheesecake manufacturer got slapped on the wrist for trying to sneak away with the cereal that the Elvis impersonators had been eating. No one was made wiser by this event.

On Friday I turn an even 16,600 days old. Notable for the double-zero. On February 4, 2019, I will be 16,666 days old. Notable only in the repetition.

If you can believe it, all of the words in this post, if they were added together, do not add up to a prime number. Of this, I have no exact certainty as I did not count them. You are welcome to count the words yourself to either corroborate this fact or to oppose it. Using a blanket to smother the second sentence of this post would not alter the number of words, it would just smother some of them.

I thought about building a train line to the far north of Canada. It would need to be crazy long, and, would likely require a large number of bridges to cross both small and large bodies of water. All of this to help with the terribly living conditions of the indigenous populations that live there. Their numbers are so small, however, that no private enterprise or public institution would take on a project such as this. If next year I happen to fall into becoming part of the 0.01% of wealth owners in this world, I would be the one to do it. Part of the goal would be to have the rails go as straight as possible for as long as possible so that higher speeds can be maintained when the conditions are good for higher speeds.

Other ideas that I have, well, they need more time to bake.