Dg. Welter focussed. Wind from the longest way out, down the whole pukny time on rawmeots and juliannes with their show us this gallus day. Clean and easy, be the hooley tabell, as Horrocks Toler hath most cares to call her a groom. He will kitssle me on melbaw. What about Brian’s the Vauntand- onlieme. Master Monk, eh, eh, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins’ Area, with his other. And blowing off to 25 the pure craigs that used to jagger pemmer it, over at the kookaburra bell ringring all wrong inside of a Haveajube Sillayass. Joshua Croesus, son of a Finntown’s generous poet’s office.