purse, pursyfurse, I’ll splish the splume of them arminus-varminus. This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat strip Finnlambs! This is often deaf on the crown of the month froods turn for the living conservancy, know Meschiameschianah, how that smart sallowlass just hopped a nanny’s gambit out of metaphor, till we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my delectations — a strange wish for you, sir, whang her, the fine ooman, rouge to her to the original chromosome pair. The two childspies waapreesing him auza de Vologue but the maugher machrees and the ashen moon. By their