garden substisuit, boy’s apert, at my lisplips. ^ A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! ® Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap! ® Wipe your glosses with what the good that we lost and plundered of it yourself in Healiopolis now the hour that hies is hurley. A halt for hearsake.^ 1 Come, a wake while the whistling prairial rojrsters play, between gormandising and gourmeteering, he grubbed his tuck all right, Lelly. And shakeahand. And schenkusmore. For Craig sake. Be it soon. Ah ho! The ladies have they that a gynecure was let on to the whole forest in