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<STRIKE> </STRIKE> Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders? | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders? | ||
<STRIKE> </STRIKE> This aim to you! | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> This aim to you! | ||
| − | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell it nearly takes your | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> The [[tail]], so [[mastrodantic]], as you tell it nearly takes your |
| − | own mummouth's breath away. Your troppers are so unrelieved | + | own [[mummouth's breath away]]. Your troppers are so unrelieved |
because his troopers were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam done | because his troopers were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam done | ||
in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were | in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were | ||
| − | married on that top of all strapping mornings, after the midnight | + | [[married on that top of all strapping mornings]], after the midnight |
turkay drive, my good watcher? | turkay drive, my good watcher? | ||
| − | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Puppaps. That'd be telling. With a hoh frohim and heh | + | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Puppaps]]. That'd be telling. With a hoh frohim and heh |
fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn | fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn | ||
mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to | mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to | ||
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and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowing how his breadcost on | and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowing how his breadcost on | ||
the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one, like the depre- | the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one, like the depre- | ||
| − | dations of Scandalknivery, in and on usedtowobble sloops off | + | dations of Scandalknivery, in and on [[usedtowobble sloops]] off |
cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale too? This was the grandsire | cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale too? This was the grandsire | ||
| − | Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip? | + | Orther. This was his [[innwhite horse]]. [[Sip]]? |
<STRIKE> </STRIKE> Well, naturally he was, louties also genderymen. Being | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Well, naturally he was, louties also genderymen. Being | ||
Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the wave for | Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the wave for | ||
| − | songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No puseyporcious | + | songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No [[puseyporcious]] |
either, invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest, | either, invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest, | ||
| − | Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau, | + | [[Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau]], |
were sober enough. I think they were sober. | were sober enough. I think they were sober. | ||
Latest revision as of 13:49, 21 February 2018
Booms of bombs and heavy rethudders?This aim to you!The tail, so mastrodantic, as you tell it nearly takes your own mummouth's breath away. Your troppers are so unrelieved because his troopers were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam done in veino condone ineptias made of veritues. How many were married on that top of all strapping mornings, after the midnight turkay drive, my good watcher?Puppaps. That'd be telling. With a hoh frohim and heh fraher. But, as regards to Tammy Thornycraft, Idefyne the lawn mare and the laney moweress and all the prentisses of wildes to massage him.Now from Gunner Shotland to Guinness Scenography. Come to the ballay at the Tailors' Hall. We mean to be mellay on the Mailers' Mall. And leap, rink and make follay till the Gaelers' Gall. Awake! Come, a wake! Every old skin in the leather world, infect the whole stock company of the old house of the Leaking Barrel, was thomistically drunk, two by two, lairking o' tootlers with tombours a'beggars, the blog and turfs and the brandywine bankrompers, trou Normend fashion, I have been told down to the bank lean clorks? Some nasty blunt clubs were being operated after the tradition of a wellesleyan bottle riot act and a few plates were being shied about and tumblers bearing traces of fresh porter rolling around, independent of that, for the ehren of Fyn's Insul, and then followed that wapping breakfast at the Heaven and Covenant, with Rodey O'echolowing how his breadcost on the voters would be a comeback for e'er a one, like the depre- dations of Scandalknivery, in and on usedtowobble sloops off cloasts, eh? Would that be a talltale too? This was the grandsire Orther. This was his innwhite horse. Sip?Well, naturally he was, louties also genderymen. Being Kerssfesstiydt. They came from all lands beyond the wave for songs of Inishfeel. Whiskway and mortem! No puseyporcious either, invitem kappines all round. But the right reverend priest, Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau, were sober enough. I think they were sober.
