Indigo Samson--Mr. Yummypants (28)

   
   "Indigo Samson--Mr. Yummypants (28)"
   
   Samson's father turned crimson, furious with his runaway son--the damn vagabond hood, but who really knows.  "I'm gonna cut that boy's hair when I find him!"  
   Mrs. Landon spoke boldly back to hubby:  "And no razor shall come to his head, as the BOOK of JUDGES instructs.  And if you don't allow him this fairy tale; then, I'll tell the whole world that you have an adult porn handle; indeed, you are known as Mr. Yummypants on the World Wide Web."
   Mr. Landon dropped his head in smeared shame, for Bluebeard's wife had unearthed his secret, and she was too much of a hardcore witch for him to slay her, being all down with the dangers of Advanced D & D.

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   Bobby Rook had health problems.  His ass had been handed to him from his genesis.  I hated you even in the womb, but that was not the Trinity talking to him, but doubt and fear, and Christ is not the author of confusion.  He stammered in speech nowadays, stuttering as he probed Liberty's cerebral self for answers to Miriam's horn call.  Liberty, a closet nerd, having turned over numerous libraries in Michigan's wolverine state, knew that 46 chromosomes are in every singular cell, usually, split into 23 parts, and that a defect in chromosome 7 leads to stammering, but if metaphorically charged and royally resurrected, we become linguistic lanterns, being beacons of beatific bantering.  Even though she was in the filthy restroom at a gas station in Helena, Montana--she was fully capable of offering Bobby Rook's brain a kiss of Saint Raphael's healing hue, going at about 560 THz, for Liberty was the one who had called the Archangel, sub-consciously; otherwise, the advocate dove had invoked a family member standing before the Throne of Him.