and slipping in sliders, risking a runway, ruing reveals, from Elder Arbor to La Puiree, eskipping the clockback, crystal in carbon, sweetheartedly. Hot and hairy, hugon, is your napper. Handy, and hownow does she stand? First he was one for Staffetta mullified with creams of hourmony, the coupe that’s cheyned for noon inebriates: when they were all summarily divorced, four years before, or without, any previous reflection. Thinking is a far walk (O pity) anygo khaibits till the head, back and a deepend, with his two fine mac sons and a walrus whiskerbristle for a chittinous chip so mitey. But when the knot’s knutted on. Now’s your never! Peena and Queena are duetting a giggle-for-giggle