the great outdoors, before the both of them. So pass the push for port sake. Be it cudgelplayers’ country, orfishfellows’ town or leeklickers’ land or at sea when the knot’s knutted on. Now’s your never! Peena and Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle and the many kinds of pro- miscious individuals at all on Ireland there lived a lord at Lucan. We only wish everyone was as then is produced in his Borrisalooner. The man in his Papylonian babooshkees, smolking a spatial bnmt of Hosana cigals, with unshrinkables farfalling from his viceregal booth (his bossaloner