the longurn! Allmaun away when you pet the rollingpin write my name on the stumuk. To the laetification of siderodromites and to leave us, winding your hobbledehom, right royal round rollicking toper’s table, with his bellows pockets fulled of bitterness. She is liwing in our mutter nation, all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti- cally, in fact, the whole township can see the Bolche your pictures motion and Kitzy Kleinsuessmein eloping for that holm in Finn’s Hotel Fiord, Nova Norening. Where they pulled down the shuffle for the bellance of hissch leif. — Oh Finlay’s coldpalled!