Clam Pasture

Aloha from the shiny corn state. It's the ol' wagon team's turn to pull up the posers:

"...rhee. rhee."

"So I bought her a cork, right...and (dismissively) I got a rash dang it! A friggin rash."

"That's a hole."

"You do your ains and opes and the rest will amd after"

"Ke-yop. Ke-yop."

Be careful, it's a slow jive.

"So, I was after the opus...and it was letting cup everywhere. A total dish tractor."

"You tricked it right into felt."

"It had feelings."

(All hold hands)