Ance in my pance…..

Advance notice.. Notice?… This is all about ance. I had trouble spelling ance, ence, ent, ant on the enda words, so.. .hope you demonstrate allowance/acceptance, not resistance, at my abundance of utterance on ance.

In accordance with most blogs here, some defiance, little substance, sometimes a stance, ne’er about finance, show my ignorance, can be a nuisance (not with intendance), resemblance of not others (brilliance for them).. Little flamboyance, no guidance, topic variance. Definate aberrance. Thanks for your endurance, joyance, glad to make your acquaintance.

Annie Nancy Charlie Eddie were out for a night of joyance. No hindrance this night to the abundance of their alliance. Nancy, with no asstance, demonstrated a little dominance. Despite her perseverance, this was met with annoyance by Charlie, who showed a little defiance.

“There is disturbance, in your dominance Nance',” (Charlie’s utterance).. His continuance “I’m taking a stance… remember, you did that to Lance… I give you my assurance.. I don’t have the endurance.. I will not demonstrate avoidance, nor will there be forbearance. Keep it up, FAT CHANCE.”

There was the appearance of resonance of all this for Annie and Eddie.. Even askance… The night felt sunk, it’d lost is buoyance. Quite a disturbance… The deviance, performance of Nance'/Charlie, had Annie/Eddie asking for their penance. This was met with resistance, viodance..

Using clairvoyance, they wanted clearance. With no vigilance, they sought conveyance to another vehicle….mebbe a Renault Alliance, a Dodge Lancer, even perhaps an old Plymouth Sundance. Escape was of importance to them. Temperance. Through their perseverance, they took a chance and jumped.

There was no assurance this was safe. They landed on the ance of their pance… Hadta calla ambulance. Admitted ignorance, this act of severance…

Just an observance.. I’m running out of variance. Skadoodling now. A little nap mebbe (self maintenance).. Relax… this story of Annie Nancy Charlie Eddie has no resemblance to reality. (They actually went to a dance… quite a performance.. Lotta joyance.)

Tune in tomorrow when the topic might be: Victurd’s quest to get laid.. Followed closely by an apology, and the asking of acceptance from all his relatives that are on Facebook. I can’t stop typing, sorry… ance in my pance……. Love, Victance…