Sentence no.3
Mood:  silly
It's writing on itself! No! I'm not touching? not an H, a G. It's nice, because then it won't clash that much, no, hold that though. Sign it. It looks nice in its beginning. Oh. My. Oxygen. It frightened me because they all have to do with the funny because half an hour later it is ingested. Everything hurts. Looking through a glass onion. Doot Doot. I feel it in my toes. She really feels the love growing with the guitar. I love that finger, actually. It's so Portuguese and what? And what? And what? And because of that lady, how it's cute that he doesn't have another God. Mm-hmm. Colin Firth is really? okay. What a veggie site in my toes. Fran's going to start the next cool thing. I could see you starting to stop talking to you.

... that's it. loverly. tell me why i don't like mondays, or tuesdays, or wednesdays, or thursdays, or fridays... sundays aren't that great either.

Sentence no.2
Mood:  silly
mustard! mustard!
mustard of puppets, i'm pulling your strings...
maybe he doesn't hate musicals.

- yes.

Sentence no. 1
Mood:  silly
A thing, slapping my examiner, kicked him in the nuts. That's really messed up. Put it down his pants. You will have man boobs. That's what teeth are for, sucking in? what, in the Mediterranean? Yeah there aren't anymore. But it is of minimal value to understanding digestion. Food?. mmmmmmmmmm? yum yum! SO I finished the paragraph like?yeah? there's anaphora. From then on, she looked west. And the blue one is really cute, how do they do it? It's fashionable to eat raw stuff?but she didn't know where it was.