71: Malapropism
In the vainglorious summer before I entered macadamia, I sold kitchen prehensiles from a scatology. I couldn't caprice people to buy much, but I did conduce myself these were supercilious knives at any expanse. I did get my mom to order a jackdaw for my dad's birthday syncopation. It was convoyed in the mail; the pachyderm was in the vesicle as my mom transponded me to the hippodrome for an eigenvalue expurgation. Riding shogun, I ascertained the divorce to detonate the safety monarchism, and in the temptation I sliced open my apprehension. Next summary I sold convections from behind a countermand.