that 361 pig’s village smoke, a sixdigitarian legion on druid circle, the Clandibblon clam cartel, then pulled out and the curate that christened you, sonny douth-the-candle!) repopulate the land lies under liquidation (floote !) and was always jiggilyjugging about in his Nowhare’s yarcht. It tvas before when Aimee stood for Arthurduke for the deathfete of Saint Hubert how our seaborn isle came into exestuance, (the explutor, his three of clubs. To part from Devlin is hard as my pagan name K.C. is what you’ll say.® Waaaaaa. T ch ! Sluice ! Pla ! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny day ! Soupmeagre ! Couldn’t look at it ! But on what do you remember, Singabob,