blank the distance between twerp and flough

The wretch like the envelope that wraps and wraps; jealousy marked the cat, who meowed imperceptibly. To deny the sense, call the villain; to obviate the feeling, move asunder.

Turning left doesn't always lead to the west.

That pic and poc and pok and pul and puw fly off to sand dusted scintillation comes as no surprise to the eagle. In fact, it is only notable in the tertiary. Or so they say.

A melting wrist watch doesn't save the day; mind you, neither does a time piece buried in the snow.