Post by azurinevebbins on Dec 29, 2022 4:58:18 GMT
Our robustly-researched redhead delivers promotional material via deposition. Azurine Vebbins convinces herself it’s the right recourse. She sits with compelling conviction inside an Arbitration Antechamber. Lariat Legal assumed both parties had the law firm on retainer. A prosecutorial proxy questions Ms. Vebbins since she’s a named Defendant for CULT Wrestling’s upcoming show. To maintain communication clarity, however, the pro-bono attorney’s microphone cannot be heard. Streaming of this video evidence is provided by Guilty Gaze Security.
Azurine Vebbins: Joygasmic jollifications to da mock jury assembled for a hasty, holiday-heavy hearin’. Why am I recordin’ my rhetoric in dis fashion? It provides a proper preamble when pummelin’ a particular plaintiff. No, it’s not Holden Ross. Dude needs dis mond to recover after my ballet flat took him to Small Claims Court. Yes, I received a subpoena which featured aliases such as Space Shaman and Nebula Ninja. Affirmative. I’m compelled to compete at Da People Versus Casanova English. Exactly. My trial date’s December Dirty-First. Negatory. “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” fully focused on her final flamenco of dis year. Double M-Double X-Double I.
Initially I believed my case wid Ace Sky would be open and shut. Dis conclusion came from its placement on da dance docket. We’re sandwiched between ten-dousand pollex-tacks and a pulse-poundin’ “Pool of Blood.” Technical tangos don’t always translate well if chanters hunger for hardcore. Coca-Cola Coliseum might clamor concessions. Deyr’s no stipulations attached to our overlooked orchestration.
What makes our waltz word-while? Accordin’ to Lariat Legal, it’s buyrates and billables. Da former’s an act of faid. It’s akin to provin’ Kris Krin’-le’s actually Santa Claus in bode versions of “Miracle on Dirty-Four Street.” Da latter, dough, requires substantial stamina over extended time. Controversially, my examples are John McClane savin’ dose trapped in Nakatomi Plaza on Christmas Eve and Rocky Balboa knockin’ out Ivan Drago on Christmas Day. Also chose dem because I aim to attack Ace’s aerial acumen at adjacent angles. Groundin’ dat gravity defier’s my buyrate. My billables, meanwhile, involve learnin’ Sky’s practice pattern. Regardless of how he pad-et-i-cal-ly plummets, I’ll have dat “Galaxy Guru” at standin’ room only style attention. In different verbiage, Ace, you’re gettin’ punctuated like an exclamation, mark!
Fixed point blank, he’s seekin’ summary judgment. I wanna be found innocent of all charges. Upon receivin’ my victory settlement, I’m headin’ to CN Tower. Ascendin’ to its Observation Deck allows me to accomplish da followin’: rin’ in a new year, overcome acrophobia, prepare for Ladder Day Saints, and show someone special why dey are da Centre of my Universe instead of Toronto. Tough trials temper tenacity. Dat means I’ll discover diverse ways to defeat Mister Sky.
Azurine Vebbins: Joygasmic jollifications to da mock jury assembled for a hasty, holiday-heavy hearin’. Why am I recordin’ my rhetoric in dis fashion? It provides a proper preamble when pummelin’ a particular plaintiff. No, it’s not Holden Ross. Dude needs dis mond to recover after my ballet flat took him to Small Claims Court. Yes, I received a subpoena which featured aliases such as Space Shaman and Nebula Ninja. Affirmative. I’m compelled to compete at Da People Versus Casanova English. Exactly. My trial date’s December Dirty-First. Negatory. “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” fully focused on her final flamenco of dis year. Double M-Double X-Double I.
Initially I believed my case wid Ace Sky would be open and shut. Dis conclusion came from its placement on da dance docket. We’re sandwiched between ten-dousand pollex-tacks and a pulse-poundin’ “Pool of Blood.” Technical tangos don’t always translate well if chanters hunger for hardcore. Coca-Cola Coliseum might clamor concessions. Deyr’s no stipulations attached to our overlooked orchestration.
What makes our waltz word-while? Accordin’ to Lariat Legal, it’s buyrates and billables. Da former’s an act of faid. It’s akin to provin’ Kris Krin’-le’s actually Santa Claus in bode versions of “Miracle on Dirty-Four Street.” Da latter, dough, requires substantial stamina over extended time. Controversially, my examples are John McClane savin’ dose trapped in Nakatomi Plaza on Christmas Eve and Rocky Balboa knockin’ out Ivan Drago on Christmas Day. Also chose dem because I aim to attack Ace’s aerial acumen at adjacent angles. Groundin’ dat gravity defier’s my buyrate. My billables, meanwhile, involve learnin’ Sky’s practice pattern. Regardless of how he pad-et-i-cal-ly plummets, I’ll have dat “Galaxy Guru” at standin’ room only style attention. In different verbiage, Ace, you’re gettin’ punctuated like an exclamation, mark!
Fixed point blank, he’s seekin’ summary judgment. I wanna be found innocent of all charges. Upon receivin’ my victory settlement, I’m headin’ to CN Tower. Ascendin’ to its Observation Deck allows me to accomplish da followin’: rin’ in a new year, overcome acrophobia, prepare for Ladder Day Saints, and show someone special why dey are da Centre of my Universe instead of Toronto. Tough trials temper tenacity. Dat means I’ll discover diverse ways to defeat Mister Sky.
