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swamp of bogoakgravy for that greekenhearted yude! Rosbif of
Old Zealand! he could not attouch it. See what happens when
your somatophage merman takes his fancy to our virgitarian
swan? He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite,
saying he would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils
in Europe than meddle with Irrland's split little pea. Once when
among those rebels in a state of hopelessly helpless intoxication
the piscivore strove to lift a czitround peel to either nostril,
hiccupping, apparently impromptued by the hibat he had with his
glottal stop, that he kukkakould flowrish for ever by the smell,
as the czitr, as the kcedron, like a scedar, of the founts, on
mountains, with limon on, of Lebanon. O! the lowness of him was
beneath all up to that sunk to! No likedbylike firewater or
firstserved firstshot or gulletburn gin or honest brewbarrett beer either.
O dear no! Instead the tragic jester sobbed himself
wheywhingingly sick of life on some sort of a rhubarbarous maundarin
yellagreen funkleblue windigut diodying applejack squeezed from
sour grapefruice and, to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips
when he had gulfed down mmmmuch too mmmmany gourds of
it retching off to almost as low withswillers, who always knew
notwithstanding when they had had enough and were rightly
indignant at the wretch's hospitality when they found to their
horror they could not carry another drop, it came straight from
the noble white fat, jo, openwide sat, jo, jo, her why hide that,
jo jo jo, the winevat, of the most serene magyansty az
archdiochesse, if she is a duck, she's a douches, and when she has a
feherbour snot her fault, now is it? artstouchups, funny you're
grinning at, fancy you're in her yet, Fanny Urinia.
Aint that swell, hey? Peamengro! Talk about lowness! Any
dog's quantity of it visibly oozed out thickly from this dirty
little blacking beetle for the very fourth snap the
Tulloch-Turnbull girl with her coldblood kodak shotted the as yet
unremuneranded national apostate, who was cowardly gun and camera
shy, taking what he fondly thought was a short cut to Caer Fere,
Soak Amerigas, vias the shipsteam Pridewin, after having buried
a hatchet not so long before, by the wrong goods exeunt,
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