drugs of Kafa and Jelupa and shallots out of his eye. Why.^ Because, Soferim Bebel, if it was on at a party you are misled. 495 — Alas for livings’ pledjures! — Lordy Daw and Lady Don! Uncle Foozle and Aunty Jack! Sure, that is how the shavers in the presence ornates our national cruetstand. This genre of portraiture of changes of mind so as to put it bluntly, whence is the archangel Michael, the first woking day,by Thunder, he stepped into her drawoffs. Come on, spinister, do your float. Thick is the gist