They usually consist of things like, FUEL IS GROUND!!! point niner. Oh, and Sydney stole theirs off Adelaide, but they hardly ever use their twenty-one seven. The wind must be direct 230 today, looks like our friends are on final again. At what? Er... 18, I'd probably say. Hey!! The bus number!! It's 669!! "Heading 100 please." "We are heading 100." DUH!!! It's like. 669's departure counterpart is 668. i don't think Singapore 219 has one. It's a loner.
Silkies wear computer diapers on their beaks to stop the rain from going in the green house and soaking the dog balancing an egg on a spoon on a wheel on a can of cantalope on its nose. If they pour chemicals on the dog, he will explode on the silkie's diaper and pour water on the milky way. Then, the world will end when the feather reaches the leaf on the bush of birds, covering the swing set with orange juice. Randomness will rule the finger doomer with chickees stuck in it. Wherever there are leaves, randomness will explode, and save the bottle of paper. So horrable. How does the feet reach the poster of state pies, I don't know, but the bog will be filled with claws holding water at 100,457 feet above sea level.