The Daily Pangram

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I'll quiver with excitement if Pudgy asks Jezebel out.

"The only crime with Benghazi is the GOP's joke of an investigation!" exclaimed Quinn.

Exercise week #5: 

Strangely, aerobic exercise doesn't quite work with improvised free jazz.

Exercise week #4: 

My acquaintance Fritz proved jogging is better exercise than walking.

Exercise week #3: 

Dips will have no effect on fixing your broken trapezius muscle, Jacques.

Exercise week #2: 

It's quite crazy: he can press five or six hundred lbs., making my jaw drop.

Exercise week #1: 

My Jazzercise warmup includes quite unexpected things like Beethoven's Fifth.

The joke-filled Broadway production of Quiz Show garnered mixed reviews.

I was quite vexed when my pal Jack referred to "bazongas."

Despite having an excellent breakfast, Jacques was amazingly slow.

My V.P. asked this question: What was Michael J. Fox's best zinger?

Box office injustice: wimpy Skull sequel earned more than amazing Raiders ever did.

1980s week #5: 

The bizarre film Red Dawn had Jacques thinking he should expect the Soviet Army.

1980s week #4: 

Back in July of 'eighty-seven, a "Mr. Zog's Sex Wax" t-shirt was a required piece.

1980s week #3: 

I'd frequently put on my big-size Relax shirt and watch “T. J. Hooker” & “The Love Boat.”

1980s week #2: 

The Gipper just waxed quivering Fritz Mondale back in 'eighty-four.