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Aw, Taft, is it fatwa?

Art celeb mobs bomb Electra.

“Snag Royal lay, organs!”

Susy, a preventing is a sign it never pays us.

Dorks, as to idiots: “Ask Rod.”

Allen did Nella.

Ma, I’m as sagged as a sad egg, as Sam-I-Am!

Stray’s truce rules use lure, curtsy arts.

“Stargate”, we tag rats.

Stare glibly mad, amyl bilge rats.

So stupid, I put “S.O.S.”.

Set one katana, take notes.

See Beta berate, get a rebate, bees!

Pull a plug, I gulp all up.

Piled, insane power crew open a snide lip.

Now in a morass, Apollo, pass a Roman I won.

“Note, list no fonts,” I let on.

Let raceway awe cartel.

Buster gets a last ‘egret sub’.

A pup lets a professor calm Lacrosse for pastel pupa?

To rate suicide medic, I use tarot.

Step-pup for ET, Sam, saw I was ‘Master of Puppets’.

No, do not bonk a patron, nor tap a knob to nod on.

“Tone Manner” is a siren name … NOT!

Patti, Monaco can omit tap.

Part summary: my ram must rap.

No, Narnia pain ran on.

I’m a Croc orc, am I?

I, lo, ceded E. coli!

“Sib, bartender casting is now on, sign it!” - Sacred Net rabbis.