and the horvil no losest the cite, he has the vocus on the solid. he has the solid of the vocus like the roky moontans for the bronkys. the horvil gives the givts.

artok say from the rock mine that the horvil, the horvil has the horese sprit, the Horvil, hist mind knowist the bronkys for the reals, he tech’d with the kno-ledged. i kno this dood, i seen it. orange lite.

the artok rock-mine bossman say this to artok, he say to artok dood, ‘artok, you mine rock all day with strong arm an leg and you best in mine, artok my man for the gloee and i give you first gaz mask for excape from mine splosion wen pigeon die! but you alssoo need learn much mine busness on top, artok.’

artok say, ‘you kno i make mine busness on your wife, on top?’ and artok boss look away…

but not story artok want to tell, artok say the goodness to the Horvil. the horvile tell the bronky storees.

artok has a tak on the bronkys too. the bronkys have the mine fever, theys have the wants, theys knows and theys sees the big shinee in grasp.

but artok knows the bvig shinees come from the hardests of workmans. sometimes the needs for the big shinees is fakest, like the patrots, theys goes for the flims and flams, dood. artok say then flim-flammers.

the chergres, they not so much the flimflammers but the oldsters. likst, sometims the oldsters can’ts make the mine ore. alzo sometims the mine chef is like the norbit turner and he dig into lake. this is the reals.

but thiz is my comentts to the horvil. the bronkyman, dood, i seen it dood.

and the horvil no losest the cite, he has the vocus on the solid. he has the solid of the vocus like the roky moontans for the bronkys. the horvil gives the givts.

artok say from the rock mine that the horvil, the horvil has the horese sprit, the Horvil, hist mind knowist the bronkys for the reals, he tech’d with the kno-ledged. i kno this dood, i seen it. orange lite.

the artok rock-mine bossman say this to artok, he say to artok dood, ‘artok, you mine rock all day with strong arm an leg and you best in mine, artok my man for the gloee and i give you first gaz mask for excape from mine splosion wen pigeon die! but you alssoo need learn much mine busness on top, artok.’

artok say, ‘you kno i make mine busness on your wife, on top?’ and artok boss look away…

but not story artok want to tell, artok say the goodness to the Horvil. the horvile tell the bronky storees.

artok has a tak on the bronkys too. the bronkys have the mine fever, theys have the wants, theys knows and theys sees the big shinee in grasp.

but artok knows the bvig shinees come from the hardests of workmans. sometimes the needs for the big shinees is fakest, like the patrots, theys goes for the flims and flams, dood. artok say then flim-flammers.

the chergres, they not so much the flimflammers but the oldsters. likst, sometims the oldsters can’ts make the mine ore. alzo sometims the mine chef is like the norbit turner and he dig into lake. this is the reals.

but thiz is my comentts to the horvil. the bronkyman, dood, i seen it dood.