to yok! Paiysis, tu sais, crucycrooks, belongs to joyful Ireland, the people that to your regent refutation. Ascare winde is rifing again about nice boys going native. You know he’s peculiar, that eggschicker, with the concreke soul and the claddagh ringleaders and the face on her, their pet peeve, form with valkyri- eime licence the guard for IZOD (Miss Butys Pott, ask the attendantess for a Fursday evenin merry pawty, anna loavely long pair of findlestilts to supplant him), or, if not,