americans do rap better than us too, though this is correlation, not causation.

variants of wrapture also include heavenly salads in tortillas, a practice observed in s.and c. america which is presently finding greater favor in el norte.

euphoric eaters report states of vagus bliss, transported by manna-like texture and ambrosial flavour to empyrian heights of sensuous delight.

the adorable notion of all godde's favourites being transubstantiated into divine vapour has found enthused acolytes agog with the pleasure of checking out of this vale of tears, with vertical take-off an attractive option while driving. (magog will entail a small surcharge, payable in easy rates, for a custom turbo jetpack/parachute).

convertibles are recommended, indeed mandatory for some of our more comfortably well-padded apostles of apocalypse, (supersized with devotion,) as sunrooves have been judged insufficiently wide to accommodate frictionless exit for these giants of spiritual girth, festooned as they are with jellylike spare tyres of unfettered cellu-heavy blessings and accumulated massy merit.

see ya @ saint pete's bar and grill! where the livin' is soft'n'squeasy, and everyone is happy happy happy all the rest of time.

coz nothing says god loves you best than abandoning the rest of the yuman race to its merry hell, and hying forth to never-never land early, so to get the front row seats for watching the torments of the sinners left in their deranged debauchery... :)

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty