Thou Art Irate Brother?
Thine mother is so corpulent she doth block out the sun.
I traversed the arid waste on an anonymous steed. The lack of precipitation was refreshing.
PHOTOGRAPHS ELSE IT SHANT HAVE COME TO PASS
Perform that extraordinary melody Young Caucasian male
I used to be a strapping, wandering fellow like thouest, Then I tooketh a pointed stick to my patella
Proceed towards me, male sibling!