Inane Episode 17
Caution and warning signs prevent people, who haven't a clue how many pairs of shoes their sister's best friend's cousin's mom has, from doing things, being places or swallowing unpalatable shards of USB ports. The denizens of flagrant fragrance span webs of contortion imitating a deciduous rock whose fibula could mow lawns without an armpit. Sturgeon, not knowing what colour a zebra isn't, would melt the heart of a non-stick 13" frying pan being used as a barometer. This is like tinsel.
The pageant of girly garrulous gerontologists gave Gary gumption to go and get George a gallon of Gaelic gauges. Seismic activity gave Mick a mickey. b did c to d, not e.
Newborns, once born, are new for exactly the length of time as prescribed by specialists who devour Bic Macs as research to evaluate the school supply list of most grade four classes. Class lists, unlike their cousin internet security, are usually made up of entries that correspond to unique identity values. Holes punctured by a hole puncturing machine are not unrelated to the second sentence of the penultimate paragraph of this or another hub. I should know.
The cat in the attached photo to this hub.
Here, once again, we have an incomplete sentence as part of an inane hub to keep you hopping, hubbing, hoping and skiing. Bigamy has the word 'big' in it. Unlike pointing out the extremely obvious, the previous sentence smelled rankly, like a skunk high on red and orange colouring pencil shavings. Other wildlife, unlike that surly skunk, make their presence known by blogging or tweeting. The closet door fried pancakes without using a measuring spoon or an A/C condenser fan. These were simply not available or, perhaps more likely, they were reluctant to come out of the closet.
Two more words would put the word count of this hub to be a value that is two more words than what it would have been had not two more words been added. Adding the previous sentence added thirty-three words. Thirty Three is the age (in years) I was some prime number of years before this one. I will only hit the next prime number in age three years from now. Thirty Three is not prime, and nor is it a kitchen device used for reaming grains of milk.
If you counted the number of words in the first sentence of the previous paragraph to verify my own count, consider yourself suitably punished. If you did not, your curiosity is not unlike that of a ventilation panel. If you find these words too harsh, anagram them at your leisure to find better meaning, or disregard them as they come from someone who values the inane sufficiently to hub it.
The remaining words of this hub will be made up of words that have fourty-seven letters or less. I would list here all of the fourty-six letter words I know, but to do that would flout my own ignorance of your favourite flavour of ice cream.
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