THUNDER BAT BROOCHES

I would often see the gardener in his high heels as I drank from a blue glass. The old woman in her star of maja had alopecia, and in her guns. The maid who had no mind would wear a letter T, sometimes, though older, franking, with the gardener. The detective would not cast a shadow near the tobacco that good old Aunt Bald gave the laundry chute. Aunt Bald was telling mindless maid to get the Ouija board. Somewhere in the house, the gardener had an erection, and in her guns. The marble bat looked down over the Rubiolas. The little blonde was nude beside the suit of armor that looked like black muscles and had a half-a-million inside. The mindless maid was getting alopecia because of the country club. The little blonde was certainly not mindless but Aunt Bald, and in her guns. There were THUNDER BAT BROOCHES, the stupid old maid was screaming crazily as I drank from a blue glass. A cat was wearing a big black diamond. A bat has landed on a painting called the naked maja. The mindless, half-balding maid has seen the gardener's erection. The detective is suspicious of the little blonde in her black iron armor with ornamental exterior pudenda with Rubiola venerables. Uncle is a crocodile. The detective has noticed the gardener. There is a bat with big earrings somewhere in the house, and in her guns, beans.