Nothing is smaller than nothing

Never get a haircut from an Indian.

Rips on the fields of elf, best guy to pasture. I knew there was something to that battle-lash. It tickles my bank account.

Here's what I have so far: "Whereas a piece of particle board is moral, and all things are made of particle board by faith. (Whereas: the official fragment.) Therefore grapes are love. A prickly donkey doesn't rub the beauty off every sock. As a consequence, there is plenty for the poor of lark. Marxist literature is mainly concerned with who is allocated what why, but rarely concerns itself with the masterful oboe. Ghostly crackle of a distant foghorn radio."

Zig-zag. Zig-zag. Zig-zag. Ziggurat. Ziggy.

Society is collectively nepotistic. It is also vacuously lazy about what's never been done. The word "also" has no meaning, but people still use it. Why not "habamog"?

You should say, "A girdle in the eye goes sixpence." A stitch in space saves two in the bush.

Knack?

Put 'em up. You're a bushel fighter with a waft attitude, ready to go down for the snout at the slightest Provenance. Big ideas, champ. No details. No detail of fighters. Just you, a swinging, luckless pan user. Take a shot chump. Pop him 0. We're waiting (for a busplane). Down for the viscount. Ahhhh, I can see it now: "prize fighter arrested for battery."

"Just press 'alt.'" --1980's ad for the alt hierarchy of nobody knows what.

WHAT IS THE POINT?!! I'm getting to that.

Another heap of nonsense, is it? Well, it's quirky, but it should serve as a reasonable homestead for a day or two, but it's atrocious, but we're leaving.

crash(). Who'd have thunk it was that all along? Thunk.

Shall we make merriment, friends? Oops, enemies by mistake. Fellos, I forgive you. Just even leave my scritch alone.

So I was on my way to the blank when what should I see but a heap of thumbtacks that somebody shed a flake of skin into? I'm asking.

If donut shops can't break even, how'll they break out the donuts? All they'll do's break odd. Hapsburg atonement instigated the oldest merry-go-round sickup in history. It was an instrument of bishop's bee's elbows on the grubbyduck. Squeak.

Chicken: "grown in Washington."

Nothing rivals the popularity of "Harriet the Baker." Nothing.

WHAT IS THE POINT?!! See above.