This is what I do when I get something stuck in my head and I have to get it out. Fifty words (not including the title) and I only looked up pirouette to ensure I spelled it correctly. Whelp, that was fun.
Perfectly pretty people persistently perform placating pirouettes powered per prying, paid public, privately praying potentially painful, problematic provisions provide pleasurable pity, possible psychological parameters persuading pitfalls.
Pleas protruding, plainly plow passed persons’ pathology, perhaps pertaining peripherally plodding progress propagating psychopathic peeping.
Panned positivity — pontificate perpetual paranoid platitudes. Proves pensive personality.
(I’ll add two more P words: Paper procrastinating…)
