Fou Toi!!!

The crux of the problem is lack of artistry.  You crave and I move away.  I find you interesting enough, but behind the scenes you are gay.  I look at you sideways and your thoughts are eskew.  I need to talk to more than just you two.  Policy decisions need to be handled internally.  You are all quite a disappointment to me.  Use the silencer, because I have had it.  You all just interfere with the national agenda anyway.  I think that you really overestimate your abilities.  Dogs aren't even safe around you.  You open your piehole constantly, and I can never trust your intel.  You all need to deal with your mental illness.  Your poor boundaries verge on sexual molestation of me and the whole Republican Party.  You have no idea what is coming your way.  You really need to stay away from cops named Caribou anyway.  I find you all incompitent today.  I did it all by myself by 9:20 am.  There is no point to a team who knows not when to be really mean very publically.  Elite is a ploy if they let you all him.  You will never throw a pig skin with a Mason like Peyton Manning.  He has his eye on the game, and is about to feel pain for the team.  You all can't be part of any of the Reindeer Games.  Delusionality is your reality and sometimes a whole family is not.  Eli can see all reality today, and a song is in his heart.  "We Are the Champions" from the start.  NYC ain't your scene so J O B means GO AWAY, Starbucks is going to.  It is all a play everyday, but at least these brothers can stay in form on TV with telepathy even during the game.