Don't know if work will be in flagrante tomorrow. I did not have the spinach, but I did get back on the bike for a 50-minute ride after more than a week. There were green beans, but they were cooked. I can tell that I am loopy, since the plecostemus of words has no fairy drill, and cashout flagellates the bonfire.
I am the Manatee. Feel my whiskery wrath!
You have been worn. Er, warned.