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You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt | You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt | ||
Julia Bride, your honour, dying to have you languish to scan- | Julia Bride, your honour, dying to have you languish to scan- | ||
− | dal in her bosky old delltangle. You don't reckoneyes him? He's | + | dal in her [[bosky]] old delltangle. You don't reckoneyes him? He's |
Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner, jilting no fewer than | Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner, jilting no fewer than | ||
three female bribes. That's his penals. <I>Shervorum! </I>You haven't | three female bribes. That's his penals. <I>Shervorum! </I>You haven't | ||
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well! [[Enjombyourselves]] thurily! Would you wait [[biss she buds]] | well! [[Enjombyourselves]] thurily! Would you wait [[biss she buds]] | ||
[[till you bite on her]]? Embrace her [[bashfully]] by [[almeans]] at my | [[till you bite on her]]? Embrace her [[bashfully]] by [[almeans]] at my | ||
− | frank incensive and tell her in your semiological agglutinative yez, | + | [[frank incensive]] and tell her in your semiological agglutinative [[yez]], |
− | how Idos be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her | + | how [[Idos]] be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her |
be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight | be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight | ||
− | photos as the lyonised mails when we were stablelads together | + | photos as the [[lyonised]] mails when we were stablelads together |
− | like the corks again brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer | + | like the [[corks again brothers]], [[hungry and angry]], cavileer |
grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, me and | grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, me and | ||
you, shinners true and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never | you, shinners true and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never | ||
talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of | talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of | ||
a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul | a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul | ||
− | of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. | + | of the county de Loona and the [[meattrap]] of the [[first vegetarian]]. |
To be had for the asking. Have a hug! Take her out of poor | To be had for the asking. Have a hug! Take her out of poor | ||
tuppeny luck before she goes off in pure treple licquidance. I'd | tuppeny luck before she goes off in pure treple licquidance. I'd | ||
− | give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the conjugation to | + | give three shillings a [[pullet to the canon]] for the [[conjugation]] to |
shadow you kissing her from me leberally all over as if she was a | shadow you kissing her from me leberally all over as if she was a | ||
crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's no- | crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's no- | ||
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finish. No martyr where the preature is there's no plagues like | finish. No martyr where the preature is there's no plagues like | ||
rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway. Take your | rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway. Take your | ||
− | tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest. | + | tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the [[convict of the forest]]. |
Latest revision as of 20:46, 10 February 2018
You've surpassed yourself! Be introduced to yes! This is me aunt Julia Bride, your honour, dying to have you languish to scan- dal in her bosky old delltangle. You don't reckoneyes him? He's Jackot the Horner who boxed in his corner, jilting no fewer than three female bribes. That's his penals. Shervorum! You haven't seen her since she stepped into her drawoffs. Come on, spinister, do your stuff! Don't be shoy, husbandmanvir! Weih, what's on you, wip? Up the shamewaugh! She has plenty of woom in the smallclothes for the bothsforus, nephews push! Hatch yourself well! Enjombyourselves thurily! Would you wait biss she buds till you bite on her? Embrace her bashfully by almeans at my frank incensive and tell her in your semiological agglutinative yez, how Idos be asking after her. Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Sure, she fell in line with our tripertight photos as the lyonised mails when we were stablelads together like the corks again brothers, hungry and angry, cavileer grace by roundhered force, or like boyrun to sibster, me and you, shinners true and pinchme, our tertius quiddus, that never talked or listened. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. To be had for the asking. Have a hug! Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before she goes off in pure treple licquidance. I'd give three shillings a pullet to the canon for the conjugation to shadow you kissing her from me leberally all over as if she was a crucifix. It's good for her bilabials, you understand. There's no- thing like the mistletouch for finding a queen's earring false. Chink chink. As the curly bard said after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments. You try a little tich to the tissle of his tail. The racist to the racy, rossy. The soil is for the self alone. Be ownkind. Be kithkinish. Be bloodysibby. Be irish. Be inish. Be offalia. Be hamlet. Be the property plot. Be Yorick and Lankystare. Be cool. Be mackinamucks of yourselves. Be finish. No martyr where the preature is there's no plagues like rome. It gives up the gripes. Watch the swansway. Take your tiger over it. The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest.