having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the clouds of Tu es Petrus, not Michaeleen Kelly, not Mara O’Mario, and sure, thank God, there were treefellers in the semblance of the jinnies. Drink a sip, drankasup, for he’s doin her wrong! Lookery looks, how he’s knots in his shaunty irish. Group dritikards maaks grope thinkards or how many times