Before you ketchup with me, I'll have left Turkey and be in Hamburger. The clues where to pint me will be cheesy at best. I am a Guinness at hiding, you know. And where a beer guards my hiding place, I'm getting a kiss from my honey, and U'll make love to her under the light of the moon pie, sushi really will make me feel great.
You're be herring nothing of me. Nobody knows where we'll be, so nobody can leek information to you. I guess I did the wurst to you.
Meanwhile I'm gonna download some stuff about you on my pear to pear network, while my honey rubs my food gently.