I made all of that up right now at 11:11 PM. It's completely original, I swear!
Czech out my new pants. They are very france-y pants. Iran around in my france-y pants all the time. Iran so much that my france-y pants get greece-y. Sometimes, when I'm china go to sleep, all I can think about is rome-in 'round in my france-y pants. My momma comes in the door and says, "Kenya go to sleep already? I gotta russia out the door tomorrow morning for the doctor's czech-up." I reply, "Norway, ma! It's chille india room! Taiwan to sleep, I'm tired, but kenya turn up the heat a bit?" I get up and look outside. There's this crazy guy s'weden his lawn... in the middle of the night. It was to-italy strange. I picked up my toy crane and said, "Ukraine, czech out that crazy man who's rome-in 'round china s'weden his garden in this chille weather. Kenya france-y that?!"
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