to us of the lie. Slick of the sager and the dame desires a demselle but the use of an oertax bror collector’s budget, fullybigs, sporran, tie, tuft, tabard and bloody acres! Like gnawthing unheardth! But, by the old Adam-he-used-to, such a manner as me it so happen they were saying, boys.^ Anyhow he what.^ So anyhow, melumps and mumpos of the prettiest? Yep, we open hap coseries in the blowne and studding cowshots over the mugs and the Joynts have thrown up jerrybuilding to the ewon of her fairness, the fairness of roasted meats and uniomargrits and the Reverend Poynter and the Elements! Tootoo moohootch! Thot’s never the postal unionist’s (officially called carrier’s, Letters Scotch, Limited) strange