The older sisars (Tyrants, regicide is too good for you!) be- | 1 |
come unbeurrable from age, (the compositor of the farce of | 2 |
dustiny however makes a thunpledrum mistake by letting off this | 3 |
pienofarte effect as his furst act as that is where the juke comes | 4 |
in) having been sort-of-nineknived and chewly removed (this | 5 |
soldier - author - batman for all his commontoryism is just | 6 |
another of those souftsiezed bubbles who never quite got the | 7 |
sandhurst out of his eyes so that the champaign he draws for us | 8 |
is as flop as a plankrieg) the twinfreer types are billed to make | 9 |
their reupprearance as the knew kneck and knife knickknots on | 10 |
the deserted champ de bouteilles. (A most cursery reading into the | 11 |
Persic-Uraliens hostery shows us how Fonnumagula picked | 12 |
up that propper numen out of a colluction of prifixes though to | 13 |
the permienting cannasure the Coucousien oafsprung of this | 14 |
sun of a kuk is as sattin as there's a tub in Tobolosk) Ostiak | 15 |
della Vogul Marina! But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to | 16 |
weste point I could paint you to that butter (cheese it!) if you | 17 |
had some wash. Mordvealive! Oh me none onsens! Why the | 18 |
case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands! Their inter- | 19 |
locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to having a | 20 |
hazbane in her noze. Caseous may bethink himself a thought of | 21 |
a caviller but Burrus has the reachly roundered head that goes | 22 |
best with thofthinking defensive fideism. He has the lac of wis- | 23 |
dom under every dent in his lofter while the other follow's | 24 |
onni vesy milky indeedmymy. Laughing over the linnuts and | 25 |
weeping off the uniun. He hisn't the hey og he lisn't the lug, | 26 |
poohoo. And each night sim misses mand he winks he had the | 27 |
semagen. It was aptly and corrigidly stated (and, it is royally | 28 |
needless for one ex ungue Leonem to say by whom) that his | 29 |
seeingscraft was that clarety as were the wholeborough of Poutres- | 30 |
bourg to be averlaunched over him pitchbatch he could still make | 31 |
out with his augstritch the green moat in Ireland's Eye. Let me | 32 |
sell you the fulltroth of Burrus when he wore a younker. Here | 33 |
it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the | 34 |
gods! A king off duty and a jaw for ever! And what a cheery | 35 |
ripe outlook, good help me Deus v Deus! If I were to speak | 36 |