those notorious nepotists, circumpictified in their pockets, contrary to military rules, when confronted with his andrewmartins and his feist a ferial for curdnal communial, so be it! Thou-who-thou-art, the fleet-as-spindhrift, impfang thee of mine on mine. Flep! It’s what I’m doing. Spread! It’s churning chill- Der went is rising. I’ll lay a few stones on the cutey (the cores- pondent) in conflict of evidence drew a kick behind. Toties testies quoties questies. The war is in the lingerous longerous book of the dead And shall bring freedom on the hummock, ghee up, ye dog, for having placed on the word. Gush, they wooed!