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the wild lac of gotliness. One fledge, one brood till hulm | the wild lac of gotliness. One fledge, one brood till hulm | ||
culms evurdyburdy. Huh the throman! Huh the traidor. Huh | culms evurdyburdy. Huh the throman! Huh the traidor. Huh | ||
| − | the truh. Arrorsure, he's the mannork of Arrahland over- | + | the truh. [[Arrorsure]], he's the mannork of Arrahland over- |
sense he horrhorrd his name in thuthunder. Rrrwwwkkkrrr! | sense he horrhorrd his name in thuthunder. Rrrwwwkkkrrr! | ||
And seen it rudden up in fusefiressence on the flashmurket. | And seen it rudden up in fusefiressence on the flashmurket. | ||
| − | P.R.C.R.L.L. Royloy. Of the rollorrish rattillary. The lewd- | + | [[P.R.C.R.L.L. Royloy]]. Of the rollorrish rattillary. The lewd- |
ningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor! The unnamed | ningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor! The unnamed | ||
nonirishblooder that becomes a Greenislender overnight! But | nonirishblooder that becomes a Greenislender overnight! But | ||
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your deed! Bang! Till is the right time. Bang! Partick Thistle | your deed! Bang! Till is the right time. Bang! Partick Thistle | ||
agen S. Megan's versus Brystal Palace agus the Walsall! Putsch! | agen S. Megan's versus Brystal Palace agus the Walsall! Putsch! | ||
| − | Tiemore moretis tisturb badday! The playgue will be soon over, | + | [[Tiemore moretis tisturb badday]]! The playgue will be soon over, |
rats! Let sin! Geh tont! All we wants is to get peace for posses- | rats! Let sin! Geh tont! All we wants is to get peace for posses- | ||
| − | sion. We dinned unnerstunned why you sassad about thurteen | + | sion. We dinned unnerstunned why you sassad about [[thurteen to aloafen|thurteen]] |
| − | to aloafen, sor, kindly repeat! Or ledn us alones of your lungorge, | + | to [[thurteen to aloafen|aloafen]], sor, kindly repeat! Or ledn us alones of your lungorge, |
parsonifier propounde of our edelweissed idol worts! Shaw and | parsonifier propounde of our edelweissed idol worts! Shaw and | ||
Shea are lorning obsen so hurgle up, gandfarder, and gurgle me | Shea are lorning obsen so hurgle up, gandfarder, and gurgle me | ||
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and ours. Fly your balloons, dannies and dennises! He's door- knobs dead! And Annie Delap is free! Ones more. We could ate you, par Buccas, and imbabe through you, reassuranced in the wild lac of gotliness. One fledge, one brood till hulm culms evurdyburdy. Huh the throman! Huh the traidor. Huh the truh. Arrorsure, he's the mannork of Arrahland over- sense he horrhorrd his name in thuthunder. Rrrwwwkkkrrr! And seen it rudden up in fusefiressence on the flashmurket. P.R.C.R.L.L. Royloy. Of the rollorrish rattillary. The lewd- ningbluebolteredallucktruckalltraumconductor! The unnamed nonirishblooder that becomes a Greenislender overnight! But we're molting superstituettes out of his fulse thortin guts. Tried mark, Easterlings. Sign, Soideric O'Cunnuc, Rix. Adversed ord, Magtmorken, Kovenhow. There's a great conversion, myn! Cou- cous! Find his causcaus! From Motometusolum through Bulley and Cowlie and Diggerydiggerydock down to bazeness's usual? He's alight there still, by Mike! Loose afore! Bung! Bring forth your deed! Bang! Till is the right time. Bang! Partick Thistle agen S. Megan's versus Brystal Palace agus the Walsall! Putsch! Tiemore moretis tisturb badday! The playgue will be soon over, rats! Let sin! Geh tont! All we wants is to get peace for posses- sion. We dinned unnerstunned why you sassad about thurteen to aloafen, sor, kindly repeat! Or ledn us alones of your lungorge, parsonifier propounde of our edelweissed idol worts! Shaw and Shea are lorning obsen so hurgle up, gandfarder, and gurgle me gurk. You can't impose on frayshouters like os. Every tub here spucks his own fat. Hang coersion everyhow! And smotther- mock Gramm's laws! But we're a drippindhrue gayleague all at ones. In the buginning is the woid, in the muddle is the sound- dance and thereinofter you're in the unbewised again, vund vulsyvolsy. You talker dunsker's brogue men we our souls speech obstruct hostery. Silence in thought! Spreach! Wear anartful of outer nocense! Pawpaw, wowow! Momerry twelfths, noebroed! That was a good one, ha! So it will be quite a material what May farther be unvuloped for you, old Mighty, when it's aped to foul a delfian in the Mahnung. Ha ha! Talk of Paddy-
