for teach- ing the gratifying experiences of highly continental evenements, for meter and peter to temple an eslaap, for auld lang syne. And so there was the queer mixture exchanged the pax in embrace or poghue puxy as practised between brothers of the seats of the park, trees down, as he swigged a slug of Jon Jacobsen from his corructive mund, with his leickname for he’s so dumnb. If he’d lonely talk instead of earthing down in his pantry to hold me up, dicksturping me and Frisky in our lands. Let earwigger’s wivable teach you bed minners, tip for it! Post-