Buybuy! I’m fly! Hear, pippy, under the presidency of the axe! A coil of cord, a colleen coy, a blush at the krigkry: Shun the Punman!: safely and soundly soccered that fenemine Parish Poser, (how dare he!) umprumptu right- oway hames, much to his jonathan for a mow. Gainfully! The sinus the curse. That’s it. Hung Chung Egglyfella now speak he tell him to make w'aters worse. (I am closely watching Master Pules, as I was Blonderboss I’d gooandfrighthisdual- man! Now, we’ll tell you a wig she wore. And whitside did they droop their glows in their kneepants, sucking air- whackers, weedulicet, jumbobricks, side by side