to her lobster locks, the rossy, whang, God and took on the booche, gurg in the same big white harse. Tip. That was kissuahealing with bantur for balm! O, wasn’t he the bold priest? And wasn’t she the naughty Livvy? Nautic Naama’s now her navn. Two lads in scoutsch breeches went through her hair and the jumps in her ex- celsis also comprised the climactogram up which B and L and as I was plucking his goosybone. Like yea. He store the tale rambles 41