O Blair, in salutates congruentum! Ad crib meum atque trimmingi totalis tues hospissimes. Eheu, nos in umbram belli conferum. Etiam nunc dico superbus gubernatias terrarum - surse, quod aroma lavazza inferressunt.
Bellum terribilis est. Hoc non amo. Hoc Deus non amat. Hoc Jesus atque Sancta Virgomum non amavunt. Cognise, ego pedi-testiculari noc abat. Diu, eheu erat! Meus filius, de lacunae consiliae ex senilis. Frutex, Americanus. Faecal prodigium, sit. Non centimetra eum mandas. At olum
sui delibat votat, tanquam apostolis salvator terrarum sit. Audio quod uxor tues Non Contracepta est. Frank Sinatra. Bonum erat. Vole Mihi Ut Luna, amamam. O Blair, euthanasium necessaro constituere!

 

O Blair, in greetings enfolded! To my crib with all the trimmings are you welcomed. Alas, we in the shadow of continuing world conflict do meet. Yet do I call upon the leaders of the world to wake up, and the coffee smell. War is terrible. It I don't like. It God doesn't like. It Jesus and the Holy Virgin Mary do not like. You know, football I used to
play. A long time ago, alas, that was! My son, some words of advice from an old man. Bush, the American. A faecal portion, he is. Not a centimetre should you to him entrust. With oil he wishes himself to anoint, as if some apostolic saviour of the world he is. I hear your wife is Catholic. Frank Sinatra. Good, he was. Fly Me To The Moon, I
liked. O Blair, against euthanasia you must firmly stand!