[insanity once again...]

"Let's not dwell in the past and dwell in houses instead..." --Yazid

"Is it necessary to live unnecessarily? Where we splurge, unsplurgable splurgee in a splurgastic moment of splurgasm... Think about that..." --Yazid

I'm convinced. I'll sign the contract right away, for that consigment over there.... He then considerately conveyed all his concentration to make sure the condition of the consignment was always concealed. He contracted his muscles, and condemned every living soul that would come considerably near him. Conning a couple of confused, contractors out of their condoms... he constricted the consigmnet... in short, he needed protection... As he stood in the corner of the complex construction yard, he reconsidered his options once again. Should he construe his own wife, into thinking that he had conviniently made his way to the World of Corn Convention or should he just continue to condenscend her like he did to all his other uncontable wives like before? He contemplated. Convincer her to continue believving his confusing condition, and confirmed the notion his love for her is convincing, he concluded. CONSIGNMENT! he cried... he almost lost control of his prior contracted agenda... The truth must be told. and the consequences didn't matter at all. He shall confidently go where no contracted convict has gone before. Condom constricted consignment... confusing yet he was convinced... To be continued...