1 Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
2 I call that a scumhead.
3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee
each owe tea eye smells fish. That's U.
4 The Doodles family, Hoodle doodle,
fam.? Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were always one of the bright ones, since a foot made you an unmentionable,fakes ! You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days but you will be,carrotty! 2
Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look time he stop long ground who here hurry he would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's3 and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a spanish, escribibis all your mycoscoups) wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor for, while that Other by the halp of his creactive mind offered to deleberate the mass from the booty of fight our Same with the holp of the bounty of food sought to delubberate the mess from his corructive mund, with his muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and spirals' wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the waste of noland's browne jesus 4 (thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam Primanouriture and Ultimo geniture No Sturm. No Drang. SICK US A SOCK WITH SOME SEDI MENT IN IT FOR THE SAKE OF OUR DARNING WIVES.
1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits! quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer ! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ's Church varses Bellial !) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non ‚ vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mistermysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf's intes Illustration. Ascription of the Active. Proscription of the Passive.
1 And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with
curtsey flowers.
4 A nastilow disigraible game.
5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the
corner. Grunny Grant. tions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech) Ann opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me lendtill my pascol's kondyl, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all the clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. Well wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you,yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. Blott.
Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of a Butt ! She's mine, Jow low jure, 1 be Skibbering's eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Archway) watch him, having caught at the bifurking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet without difficultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete, (Exquisite Game of inspiration! I always adored your hand. So could I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad lib. Can you write us a last line? From SmithJones-Orbison?) intrieatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. 2 Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one rafflement. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and distribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.
And ook, ook, ook,fanky! All the charictures 3 in the drame! This is how San holy Ensouling Fe male Sustains Agonising Over man. Sesama to the Rescues. The Key Signature. WHEN THE ANSWERER IS A LEMAN. ALL SQUARE AND
1 I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs
Pants.
2 Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet
willings and forget-uf-knots.
3 Gag his tubes yourself. polypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way Romeopullupalleaps. 1 Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue ! Bould strokes for your life ! Tip ! This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbayyates. 2 This is brave Danny weeping his spache for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard ! how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'arty Magory. Eregobragh. Prouf! 3
And Kev was wreathed with his pother.
But, (that Jacoby feeling again. for forebitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he just loves his puppadums, I judge !) after all his autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter like it done for a manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercystroke he measured his earth anyway? could not but recken in his adder's badder cadder way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince Force Centres of the Fire Serpen ine: heart, throat, navel, spleen, sacral, fontanella, inter temporal eye. Conception of the Compromise and Finding of a Formula. Ideal Present Alone Produces Real Future. ACCORDING TO COCKER. TROTHBLOWERS. FIG AND THISTLE PLOT A PIG AND WHISTLE.
1 He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes., Mr. Tellibly Divilcult!
2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!
3 The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan. wan's won! Rip!
1 And his countinghands rose. Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple! Slutningsbane.
2 Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can't say if it's the weight you strike me to the quick or that red mass I was looking at but at the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours to you and may you be commended for our exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis. By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, she studiert whas? With her listeningin coiffure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty.