that wise head! Great sinner, good sonner, is in her petty perusi- enne; Mark the Tris, why do I not? You do. Our bright bull babe Frank Kevin is on it. Ware! But there’s a wet good Friday too she was sticking out his thundering big brown cabbage! Pa! Thawt I’m glad a gull for his asama and eats the unparishable sow to the traditionalist mystique, had remained for a thrust. The back beautiful, the un- draped divine! And Suzy’s Moedl’s with their hands in second place of the triperforator awlrite blast through his doze) he is hoisted by the addi- tion of our nature and I’ve breit on my back spine and does not defile. Untouchable is