Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried, I'm seeing raying bogeys rings round me. By Sexo Chromaticus, you done that lovely for me. |2And that salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours have teaspilled all my hazydensey.2| Sheepshopp. Bleeting Goad, it is the least of
things, Eyeinstye. Imagine it, my dear Dartry dullard. |2I'm only on for celebridging over the guilt of the gap in your hiscitendency.2| You are a hundred thousand times
|2welcome. welcome,2| Old Kane. And if you're not your bloater's kipper may I never curse again on that book of jaundices. Be you old Kane. Biddy's hair. Biddy's hair, mine lubber. Nix and
ingingthing. Where is that Quin but he
sknows it knot but what you that are my popular endphthisisis were born with a solver arm up your sleeve. Thou in slanty. Thou in slanty scanty. Thou in slanty scanty shanty. Bide in your hush. Bide in your hush, do. I defend you to champ my scullion's praises. To Book alone belongs the preise. Master's meed will mark tomorrow. With this same laudable purpose in loudability let us be singlified.