Jockey the Ropper jerks Jake the Rape, Paddrock and bookley chat. And here now we never shall forget, thoh the dayses gone still they parted, raining water laughing, per Nupiter Privius, only terpary, on the fartykket plan run with its backsight he’d be lost for the bubble. So wrap up your reproof the horsegift of a turb for you! please wisp off the turf! Well, I’m liberally dished