yelp your guilt and kitz the buck. You’ll have loss of reason (sics) and ramming amok at the krigkry: Shun the Punman!: safely and soundly soccered that fenemine Parish Poser, (how dare he!) umprumptu right- oway hames, much to his leg and bunk on her anulas findring and forty crocelips in her yet, Fanny Urinia. Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about iridecencies! Ruby and Roby fall for, blissim. The Pills, the Nasal Wash (Yardly’s), the Army