Beader: Beat you from light to light I will.
Leadfoot: Takes a lead weight to extend it in the upper MPH of stability.
Beader: Beader late than never going to go that fast, not in the blood.
Leadfoot: She it, I've been eating so much sue she these days, I have enough lead to balance about 16 tires worth.
Beader: I eat the bubbles. Hard to go down the pipe an all.
Leadfoot: She it, this is Grade-A Speedemon eat as fast as you want and more.
Beader: You one of those in store gate hers?
Leadfoot: Does lead meet the foot?
Beader: Speaking about sea food.
Leadfoot: ka le ma re?
Beader: I'm a guessing fool with an ounce here and and ounce there I couldn't fucking tell.
Leadfoot: I'm gravity fed pure race, straight up, in the lateral, hands free, golly G [for gravity] WOT in the upright and bend over for WATT science are you playing wit?
Signed,
I don't care how ugly it looks, nature calls the balance.