Testo Axilla

I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town,I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around,I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite,But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight,Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch,Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch,Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze,My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways,I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs,I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs,The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam,The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream,I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!!!!!!!