I remember I once dropped a pair of converse on the transverse which got me in a UNIVERSE of trouble. It was perverse. I tried to reverse the situation, but the consequences were too diverse. I wanted to immerse myself in the situation but my friends were adverse to the whole idea unless we could rehearse thoroughly.
That’s my story, chapter and verse.
But If Moooooshell were to be reduced into coyote meals, what kind of sauce would that reduction make?
And would the coyotes eat it or reject it just like kids do with her school meals...