Conversant

Prattle not upon Coco, I demurred.
(That's #5, ye geezers... you knew that.)
When talk on the stools @ AJ's when.

Not AJ up the Front, but commentary.

Went to the commercialization of kultcha!

"They're not stoolies no more. C.I.s." Guffaw.

Then Brüno bringing up the rear:

Sir Paul? Displaced? Unmovèd? Done for.

No! Not AJ's was Guy's place was el Rancho.

Did not persist toward lax inclination:

"Indeed, sir; speak of the criminalization of life."

Cannot, sir, for they'd but greatly escoff. See.

Good thing the interlocutor familiar neighbor.

Some things much better left unsaid, friends.

Only the beginning of the day, later this.