Frisbee platter

O totemism, I guide me, fetch warmer theater, metaphor, O Beowulf, he teach a hoot.  Frau wakened riot, author of shorthand wit, O thy "it" ...  This preempts thee, undimmed Buddha, that he, crooning plaint, I rode a ...  Are we foregoing toothsome tacos forthwith, or spouting "O doubt" if I chastened?  O hawk cult, hi guys!  Floral aroma wafts to me then, lewdly sullied by (oho!) infidel devildom, slicked ninnies foul.  I waft, hunt stony aging "huh?"  A Frisbee platter fits to etude.  Rid, ideally.  Mezuzah stood on the mantle, I offer to muffled emir, wiry dry limbs, ran dry.