What does it mean to Steam?

I was first steamed as a young ham in my freshham year at the local public eatery. I recieved a canning to the head until dead and then was regurgitated into the adjacent shower place. There the steam was gradually increased until all the creases had themselves been demolded, decreased, and made deceased.

I decided I was sick of the preying and so evolved to predating. For my first predate, I was still an untortured student, and thus declared even prior to our dinner that, out of my love for gardening and birdening, I would be delighted if we could together deflock and deflower as soon as possible. That predate was shorter than expected.

I changed tactics with the hope that I would soon be able to cross the rubix cube of Steamity.

My big brake, which I had installed earlier that month, enabled me to run as a naked clam onto the at this stage no-way and stop whatever car I fished. Being struck by luck and the automobile, it was driven and I was riven by the beauty of the lass, neither being negatively affected by the presence of my seeping clamly gas. The predate had begun.

"What have you done!" she yelled. Having been poor at maths I knew that the experience could induce radical bouts of total word fowlure. The aftermath was similarly Ben Afleck. "I have come," I said, before realising that as I was not yet standing erected and instead was limp, my arrival was technically oncoming. "I am coming," I added. She stood there quite sunned. I needed to make it clearer. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Then she began screaming. I stood up, "I came!" My arrival at a greater slate of digging nits clammed her up considerably.

"I love you," I said. "Would you grape me the honour of a watermelon?" She looked down at the pair of watermelons being cradled in her arms. Recently grown it seemed. "I prefer this to prunes," she said. "But I minusmit that I am desirous of one." I replied: "Tonight?"

Later that kite, having been flown to pass the time, did crash into the local hoot. I picked the owl up gently and did deliver him to the residence of the also local vegetarian. Duties done I donned my suit and arrived at our agreed off race and rhyme. "Hello," I said. "Hello," she replied, and then said "Smell me." "Nice," I facened to add after the smelting.

"Tell me," she said, "What is all this nonsense?"

"Nonsense?" I replied.

"It's like the man who wrote this menu is a few potatoes short of both a restaurant and a salad, but maybe the bread is yet to come."

"I recommend," said I, "to order the breast for that way we can say it was food while it lasted and the breast was the beast and all that."