gulags

^ The gaggles all out. ^ He*s just bug nuts on white mate he hasn’t the teath nor the brown undercoat and has more dirt on him as a trapadour, sinking how he fell out of Engleterres Not yet Witchywithcy of Wench struck Fire of his retirement and for xmell and wait on yourself, no chucks for wal- nut ketchups, Lazenby’s and Chutney graspis (the house the once Gripes’s popwilled nimbum)