It was a big error made up of pent up goat cheese

I should have bought the next smaller size.

Dangling from the left most, the right most, and the time indicated that the birthday of an estrogen driven lava fume would enable the disabled, would mollify the deliciousness of a vapid beach ball thrown peacefully between an iguana and an ice berg. Twice.

Don't bracket the branches, or bucket the bunches or slaughter the silk. An enigmatically simple solution to an enormously small problem was forgotten by most mortals. I should know.

Deranged is much better than sea-ranged. Check your alphabet.

Twice, then, again.