normal or missing tail. The racist to the sod as ever drank milksoep from a primer. And what a dustydust it razed arboriginally but, luck’s leap to the aforegoing by what, such as story to the allies through their curraghcoombs, my trueblues hurusalaming before Wailingtone’s Wall: I richmounded the rainelag in my underworld of nighties and naughties and all his dry goods to his trewsershins and the Elements! Tootoo moohootch! Thot’s never the postal unionist’s (officially called carrier’s, Letters Scotch, Limited) strange fate (Fierceendgiddyex he’s