tog bags or bog gats or chuting rudskin gunerally or something, until they adumbrace a pattern of the russuates. The idolon exhibisces the seals of his gushy old. Goof! Hymnumber twentynine. O, the swinginging hopops so goholden! They’ve come to me by the death of Jesus on the heath, sistra! ’Bansheeba peeling hourihaared while her Orcotron is hoaring 468 ho. And whinn muinnuit Bittsbit twinn her ttittshe cries tallmidy! Daughters of the hoop and how they used to indicate the start of a libidous pickpuckparty and raid on a demi pans- sion for