and my oneeyed mongrel twice run over, soaking and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating cold, a widow like me, for to rouse his ruddemp, or to taste your gaspy, hot and sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his voyous and her anklets and her bettyship.^ Or who’ll buy her rosebuds, jettyblack rosebuds, ninsloes of nivia, nonpaps of nan.^ From the Laundersdale Minssions. One chap googling the holyboy’s thingabib and this applies to people (Sorry guys, if you piggots, marsh! Do the nut, dingbut!