Funky freshness

O but for laconic shards of green front lit, red back lit, the frogs would never materialize on sanitary pedestals. Smells of percolating soils waft about as we engage our planetary extrusions and glimpse the eye of God in our peripheral wisdom. Do not fear the kitties, for as you beget unto kitties, so shall the Lord grantthe kibble 4 and 40 fold.

Folding Goldenfold simply for the sake of appeasing Morty’s distaste for mathematics is a waste of effort. There’s junk in the trunk for the master of funk, so sneeze the day and let loose the hogs of war.