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eavy. Desert it. Overwayed. Understrumped. Back to the P.O. | eavy. Desert it. Overwayed. Understrumped. Back to the P.O. | ||
Kaer of. Ownes owe M.O. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited | Kaer of. Ownes owe M.O. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited | ||
| − | by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. His Bouf Toe is Frozen Over. | + | by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. [[His Bouf Toe is Frozen Over]]. |
X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Boston | X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Boston | ||
(Mass). 31 Jun. 13, 12. P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. | (Mass). 31 Jun. 13, 12. P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. | ||
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with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm | with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm | ||
Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop. | Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop. | ||
| − | + | — Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as we hate to say it, | |
but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without | but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without | ||
suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage | suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage | ||
tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such | tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such | ||
| − | hesitancy by your cerebrated brother | + | hesitancy by your cerebrated brother — excuse me not men- |
tioningahem? | tioningahem? | ||
| − | + | — CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar of his brog- | |
uish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of full- | uish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of full- | ||
consciousness. HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares. | consciousness. HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares. | ||
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She, the mammy far, was put up to it by him, the iniquity that | She, the mammy far, was put up to it by him, the iniquity that | ||
ought to be depraved of his libertins to be silenced, sackclothed | ought to be depraved of his libertins to be silenced, sackclothed | ||
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Revision as of 04:34, 22 December 2005
Patersen's Matches. Unto his promisk hands. Blown up last Lemmas by Orchid Lodge. Search Unclaimed Male. House Con- damned by Ediles. Back in Few Minutes. Closet for Repeers. 60 Shellburn. Key at Kate's. Kiss. Isaac's Butt, Poor Man. Dalicious arson. Caught. Missing. Justiciated. Kainly forewarred. Abraham Badly's King, Park Bogey. Salved. All reddy berried. Hollow and eavy. Desert it. Overwayed. Understrumped. Back to the P.O. Kaer of. Ownes owe M.O. Too Let. To Be Soiled. Cohabited by Unfortunates. Lost all Licence. His Bouf Toe is Frozen Over. X, Y and Z, Ltd, Destinied Tears. A.B, ab, Sender. Boston (Mass). 31 Jun. 13, 12. P.D. Razed. Lawyered. Vacant. Mined. Here's the Bayleaffs. Step out to Hall out of that, Ereweaker, with your Bloody Big Bristol. Bung. Stop. Bung. Stop. Cumm Bumm. Stop. Came Baked to Auld Aireen. Stop. — Kind Shaun, we all requested, much as we hate to say it, but since you rose to the use of money have you not, without suggesting for an instant, millions of moods used up slanguage tun times as words as the penmarks used out in sinscript with such hesitancy by your cerebrated brother — excuse me not men- tioningahem? — CelebrAted! Shaun replied under the sheltar of his brog- uish, vigorously rubbing his magic lantern to a glow of full- consciousness. HeCitEncy! Your words grates on my ares. Notorious I rather would feel inclined to myself in the first place to describe Mr O'Shem the Draper with before letter as should I be accentually called upon for a dieoguinnsis to pass my opinions, properly spewing, into impulsory irelitz. But I would not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear for the moment posi- tively as to the views of Denmark. No, sah! But let me say my every belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt of it. I've no room for that fellow on my fagroaster, I just can't. As I hourly learn from Rooters and Havers through Gilligan's maypoles in a nice pathetic notice he, the pixillated doodler, is on his last with illegible clergimanths boasting always of his ruddy complexious! She, the mammy far, was put up to it by him, the iniquity that ought to be depraved of his libertins to be silenced, sackclothed
