Once there was cheese crumbling down a countertop and it rolled away from me. However, I thought it fell into the drawer of doom, but when my rat hit the ground it defenestrated the pillow. Suddenly, a bird applied mascara with God and humbly watched anime on rainbow, heavenly mode while cheese napped. The dark, great Antarctican bird ate mondongo, which surprisingly jumped away frightfully. My rat sprinted fantabulously towards the oven mitten’s cottage by the moon. Igniting the bed was intoxicating because it was full of ClF3 which exploded on my Valentino boutique. The cheese was contaminated with the smelly mondongo and also the boots of Gucci past God’s rainbow mascara that dripped onto the drawer of doom.