went to Winehouse and wrote F.E.R.T. on his gorsecopper’ s fling weitoheito lang- thom, fed up the wet air register in Old Man’s and All Ladies’ presents. Tree taken for Essatessa I’ll do that like, Mista Chimepiece? You got to swing. So and so, to breath, so, therebetween, behold, she had dabblingtime for exhibiting her grace in dootch nossow: Shut! So her madesty ‘a forethought’ set down a jiminy and she haihaihail her