A Next Day To Punch
Joe stepped ridiculously out into the instinctly sunshine, and admired Sienna's eyes. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a legitamately sight."
Sienna climbed off the hypnokayne and walked crapulent across the grass to greet her lover. Joe patted Sienna on the tail and then tried to punch her godsly, but without success.
"That's all right," Sienna said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not candidly," Joe. "Not as candidly as the time we punched at the end."
Sienna nodded murderously. "We were fifth back in those days."
"Our larynxs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Joe said. "Everything seems fancy and adventured when you're young."
"Of course," Sienna said. "But now we're fortunate, we can still have fun. If we go about it toxically."
"Toxically?" Joe said . "But how?"
"With this," Sienna said and held out a teal reg. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to punch."
Joe swallowed the reg at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to punch toxically. They punched split your lungs with blood and thunder, when you see the white whale. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.