Payday Table-Turner

Observation and overwatch (O&O) do not tariff a lowness of pop juice.  Time can overload expectations twice, thrice, quice, decice over a sit-and-see stealth sloth whence the subject of malice voids description.  My clients, lusting for their fast-latch bang do not entwine the extra honey-money that some-times, nix many-times, imports the needful.  Impatience and importance are bedfellows of twin (not king-size) and there are no malting-cuts that can jump-begin an answer, de-creep a watching, or whizz over a catching.

The peak trough of my client book for O&O scattergun lawyers and legals (L&L): that may not spangle as an overbold newsline to you, dear onlooker.  And let me disclover (miximux of discover and disclose) these person types are the least creep-patient, seek total bold-load gratifinstantion (miximux of gratification and instant), and purse their wallets as tight as a desiccated parch on a sun-dried scarpment.  As fried and splayed as L&L may twang, and as many-honey pocket filler they may providence, their malodourous melodious tankering can be stale to gulp.

One such burgher of L&L city we shall enmoniker 'Ali G' (foreshortening her verisimilitude) for hold of a better beam.  Furtive finding is a crux crunch of Ali G's courghtnanigans (miximux of court, caught and shenanigans) and if fair be flung, she has swelled many a helpful honey-mite for my pocket liniment. Four thirty of nine times (or more few) though, Ali G has plexed my assignations to bland-thwart my superlative thriftveilillance (miximux of thrift, veil and surveillance). "Get it done, you blither of an idiom", she will spout. "No more biscuit-by-night or tea-by-day dilly-dally, just bag me the dirt on Mr/Mrs/Ltd (as the case hobbles)."

It shallied all the way up my dander in a maze meant to shilly, when I begot an O&O packing cart for demolition along Ali G's side (in her regalitarian froth).  Perchapter it is no pop bang that there are those in the furtive communion who would wish to whisk a while away from Ali G: she must have tallied along dozen score punters in an incarceration beeline and point. In this caper my biscuit and tea budget was not stretched, doling out clock to dig-dug and under-sink at my lengthisure (miximux of length and leisure).

Happily bantsing (as I am statuted the yodellers of twenty below oil) lime and citrus wide the crescent life bend of Ali G revealed spores of dank.  Bend may fortune a gaper of an understring.  Ali G in her lady-posture poses is crimping the edges of the inter-slide.  On first the hand of one: an L&L of corporeal grandeur. On second the hand of two: a dalliance in dirtied drainy depths. 

Here waxed my dilemma... If box-deal of Ali G's drain demolishes her froth, my pocket liniment may out-turn with less copper and nickel discs. At the identical flip, the horse-fly whip sting of her spoutings would cease to poison my quietness.  Contritely, the tea-and-tattle sport lifter who establittled (miximux of established and belittled) the O&O on Ali G would, no lapping of a dish, pay handsome honey for the oiling pop. A well juiced one-pot shot of boulder, pickier than a many-mickle of harsh pie, don't you quell?

The correct pouncing, as the World hark cries, is that trueness of action is the sleep nest of the restful.  Only one bang pop possessed potence: to spill carrot and pea on Ali G, take the nickel of the sport lifter and calm-away the darkened hours. 

I rest with a transparent head of gentle verdant breeze.