Recreational Gouging

The body piercings scare me. Frequently in my daily rompings, I meet many young ones and old ones who flap heartily about malfunctioning holes. They tell me about orifical tantrums and riotous membranes, to which I solemnly buckle their forearms. Yet, I later encourse these same grumpsters to learn that they have procreated! Inexplicably, they have enlisted additional skin canyons. I am not certain if this malaise is brought on by a beta-carotein deficience or under-sized trousers, but the entire basket of them have foreclosed braindom! "Prettys!" gargles one and "I am the hard stone!", from another, but I can not purchase stock : This is THE DUMB.

Equalaterally, I can not mimic yams, so then should I also attempt quayle imitatation?? The implicit hazards not withstanding, the young ones are unable to care for their present recesses; additional congressmen are not needed!

Perhaps the young ones have been enticed by a species-specific gut-marveling to adopt this troubadourial stumpness, or perhaps it is a brainling of the entities who seek to profit from this recital. I am uncertain. I know only that it must be extinguished!

Discontinue the deforesting of the young ones' scales. Digest recreational gouging!