This manner, no mere masquerade of immodesty, is a mark of manumission, now missing, melted away. Measure carefully, a humble past maestro, cast as both mistreated and malefactor by the mutations of Fate. The only consequence is comeuppance a calling into account, held as cherished, not without cause, for the caliber and cogency of such shall one day corroborate the circumspect and the chaste.Ĭlearly, this clam chowder of chatter craves condensing, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me C. However, this courageous cohering of an old and creaky conundrum now stands carnate, and has committed to conquering these crass and contemptible curs concurring with corruption and caretaking over the cannabalistically cruel and calamitous contravention of individual capacity. This countenance, no mere crust of conceitedness, is a curio of the collective voice, now cast away, cast aside.
The byword is bellicosity a blood feud, held as a bright banner, not baselessly, for the benefits and bona fides of such shall one day bestow blessings on the brave and the benevolent.īe sure, this bisque of blather becomes most bombastic, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me B.Ĭlearly seen, a courteous clownish cobbler, cast consecutively as both casualty and cause by the caprice of Fate. However, this brazen bestirring of a bygone bete noire stands born-again, and has made bond to blight these bumptious and bilious bugs buttressing baseness and burnishing the bestially brutal and bacchanalian breach of birthrights. This bemasked countenance, no mere brocade of beauty, is a bastion of the ballot box, now barren, bereft. The only assurance is avengement acrimony, held as anointed, not abortive, for the appositeness and assuredness of such shall one day absolve the assiduous and the accredited.Īssuredly, this applesauce of adverbs ain’t too articulate, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me A.īehold, a beleagured, bathetic brigadier, cast as both the brigand and the beseiged by the backhandedness of fate. However, this adventurous apparition of an antiquated aggravation stands anew, and shall avowedly tear asunder these accursed and acrid apes approving amorality and allowing the atrociously abhorrent and avid abuse of accord. This appearance, no mere aesthetic affectation, is an aftertaste of autonomy, now abandoned, absent. Check thread.Īcertain now, an abashed, absurd adept, cast alternately as both the assaulted and the assailer by the apathy of Fate. Some redditors recreated the V’s speech using different alphabets. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. The only verdict is vengeance a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
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