Bored. Braindead. Bewildered because buddies boast blathering BLAH blah blah babbling bullshit between my balefully bruised and burning brain cells; brooding breathing blood and buried beneath bone blankets.

Blankly beaming a blasé, broad and bromidic behaviour, I beg beckon and beseech beautifully brilliant and beloved brainiacs befriended beforehand to bestow and bombard me with a bustling bedlam of brainy brilliant bold or beguiling beauty that will blissfully brighten and bewitch blood, brain, bone, body, and being, leaving me blundering, barely believing and breathless.