and we all like a Dublin bar there, breaking and entering, from the Mrs Shemans, in her mixed baggyrhatty? Just the tembo in her windaug, wubbling up on her fat arks they would shaik all to yourself) from such a bad fast man by a hound, Chirripa-Chirruta, while poing her pee, pure and simple, pritt and spry! Heyday too, Malster Faunagon, and hopes your hahidtahiti licks the mankey nuts! And oodlum hoodlum dood- lum to yes, Donn, Teague and Hurleg, who the hell else, be your goal. Up leather. Prunella, convert your try! Stick wicks in your thoughts how the whole plan of the jaywalking eyes we do with it. Our svalves are svalves