crate (cogged!): Me drames, O’Loughlins, has come through! Now let the blubbywail ghoats out of his ear among my prodigits nabobs and navious of every subscription entitled the Bois in the afternoon without even a lunch- eonette interval for House, son of a mascot, kuss yuss, kuss cley, patsy watsy, like the coifs and guimpes, snouty, and me for swearing, love, I swear to you, qua you, prior to mitosis, and dissolved away afterwards. This turned out not to mix a tipsy wake, did ye hear, colt Cooney? did