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up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he vector | up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he vector | ||
victored of victim vexed? | victored of victim vexed? | ||
| − | + | — Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul! A parambolator | |
ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two eco- | ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two eco- | ||
lites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense. | lites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense. | ||
| − | + | — Madonagh and Chiel, idealist leading a double life! But who, | |
for the brilliance of brothers,is the Nolan as appearant nominally? | for the brilliance of brothers,is the Nolan as appearant nominally? | ||
| − | + | — Mr Nolan is pronuminally Mr Gottgab. | |
| − | + | — I get it. By hearing his thing about a person one begins to | |
place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he stands pat for | place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he stands pat for | ||
you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden | you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden | ||
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sandy whiskers? Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort | sandy whiskers? Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort | ||
out of his mouth. | out of his mouth. | ||
| − | + | — Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Sword- | |
meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home | meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home | ||
the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for | the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for | ||
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Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for | Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for | ||
you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning. | you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning. | ||
| − | + | — When your contraman from Tuwarceathay is looking for | |
righting that is not a good sign? Not? | righting that is not a good sign? Not? | ||
| − | + | — I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not. | |
| − | + | — What though it be for the sow of his heart? If even she | |
were a good pool Pegeen? | were a good pool Pegeen? | ||
| − | + | — If she ate your windowsill you wouldn't say sow. | |
| − | + | — Would you be surprised after that my asking have you a | |
bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare other birds? | bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare other birds? | ||
| − | + | — I would. | |
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Revision as of 08:16, 21 December 2005
up bostoons. But whoewaxed he so anquished? Was he vector
victored of victim vexed?
— Mighty sure! Way way for his wehicul! A parambolator
ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd, with two eco-
lites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.
— Madonagh and Chiel, idealist leading a double life! But who,
for the brilliance of brothers,is the Nolan as appearant nominally?
— Mr Nolan is pronuminally Mr Gottgab.
— I get it. By hearing his thing about a person one begins to
place him for a certain in true. You reeker, he stands pat for
you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden
sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, and putting it as
between this yohou and that houmonymh, will just you search
through your gabgut memoirs for all of two minutes for this
impersonating pronolan, fairhead on foulshoulders. Would it be
in twofold truth an untaken mispatriate, too fullfully true and
rereally a doblinganger much about your own medium with a
sandy whiskers? Poke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort
out of his mouth.
— Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot Street, formerly Sword-
meat, who I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home
the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for
Noel's Arch, in blessed foster's place is doing the dirty on me
with his tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts I'd be
better off without. She's write to him she's levt by me, Jenny
Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru. Toot toot! Better for
you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning.
— When your contraman from Tuwarceathay is looking for
righting that is not a good sign? Not?
— I speak truly, it's a shower sign that it's not.
— What though it be for the sow of his heart? If even she
were a good pool Pegeen?
— If she ate your windowsill you wouldn't say sow.
— Would you be surprised after that my asking have you a
bull, a bosbully, with a whistle in his tail to scare other birds?
— I would.
