Venerated Paternal Puissant Prophet

Venerated paternal puissant prophet... His buzzfeeding spirit jump started and kindled eternally his uplifting karma, thus I present genuine psalm remembrance of things past hallelujah! Lemme automatically shift figurative gears and apprise thee dear reader, when a series of irreversible unfortunate events accelerated our dependence on Karen Winkle (another resident here at Highland Manor), who drove yours truly and the missus on various and sundry errands (circa ~ early 2020 BC - before coronavirus) and in fact lent us keys to her car. Higher power our prayer for vehicle unwittingly addressed courtesy deliverance kindred lady luck, we (the missus and me) blessed, whereby each our collective expanded bosom nearly burst forth (think analogous stuffed to hilt treasure chest) managing without access transporting ourselves to and fro, hither and yon at the merciful kindness afforded us by above named gal to lack automobile we did detest metaphorically a deterrent on par with climbing Mount Everest. Wheel of fortune finds and concedes good n plenty humor to cultivate yours truly fielding mixed metaphor barley without any sense and sensibility freight not, neither pride nor prejudice to illustrate merely lame jesting nsync with late catcher in the wry methodology to obfuscate dear reader, how ye will rate poetic endeavor that doth undulate without meaningful rhyme or reason. Good instant karma iz reason carefree mood I do avail at expense of anonymous readers who bewail lack of any cogent tangent scrunching brow at each general detail regarding my general disposition ordinarily electric kool aid test without fail permeates thru skin, sinew, muscle and bone today unusually hearty and hale lemme cut to the chase, and explain why I feel spry as vaguely iterated above, our worse fate than being in jail or being stranded at sea minus a lugsail if surmised we acquired a vehicle (2009 Hyundai Sonata - gold color) ye figuratively hit nail on head, thus ameliorating transportation woe, which plight did prevail (as iterated above) since latter days of January 2020 finding the missus to rant and rail constantly bemoaning accursed unfair travail. Bless gratitude of Boyce Brandon Harris mine then nonagenarian papa at that time experienced declining health and since passed away seventeen plus months ago; he formerly lived at Normandy Farms, upscale retirement community within Blue Bell, Pennsylvania. After his driving days came to screeching halt, though beset with setbacks the endeavor to relinquish keys (regarding aforementioned automobile) into the hands of yours truly courtesy coronavirus beast presented quite thee challenge. Initially karma dad owned necessitated getting towed to garage named G & S Tire & Auto 1798 Dekalb Pike, Blue Bell, PA 19422 father heavily praised above, the mechanics (purportedly both brothers - ordinary mothered Joes) patiently bided their time awaited insurance information plus registration - legal needed documentation end result found endeavor pulled off without a hitch.