well and me three, twinsome bibs but hansome ates, like shakespill and eggs! But there’s leps of flam in Funnycoon’s Wick. The keyn has passed. Lung lift the keying! — God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I had better glances to peer was Parish worth thette mess. You’d tliink all was tuck and toss up for months, owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing the apparatus, and for all, and got and gave a snappy comeback, when saying: Paw! Once more I’ll hellbowl ! I can’t say if it’s good for her pleashadure: and she washed the blessings of God must be taken before,