is how the reverend Coppinger, he visualises the hidebound | 1 |
homelies of creed crux ethics. Watsch yourself tillicately every | 2 |
morkning in your bracksullied twilette. The use of cold water, | 3 |
testificates Dr Rutty, may be warmly recommended for the sug- | 4 |
jugation of cungunitals loosed. Tolloll, schools! | 5 |
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Pelagiarist! Remonstrant Montgomeryite! Short lives to your | 7 |
relatives! Y'are absexed, so y'are, with mackerglosia and mick- | 8 |
roocyphyllicks. | 9 |
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to task. I don't follow you that far in your otherwise accurate | 11 |
account. Was it esox lucius or salmo ferax? You are taxing us | 12 |
into the driven future, are you not, with this ruttymaid fishery? | 13 |
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Named Parasol Irelly. Spawning ova and fry like a marrye | 16 |
monach all amanygoround his seven parish churches! And | 17 |
peopling the ribald baronies with dans, oges and conals! | 18 |
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landing! A dondhering vesh vish, Magnam Carpam, es hit neat zoo? | 20 |
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Plundehowse. | 22 |
Who went floundering with his boatloads of spermin spunk about. | 23 |
Leaping freck after every long tom and wet lissy between Howth and | 24 |
Humbermouth. | 25 |
Our Human Conger Eel! | 26 |
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Hold that lad! Play him, Markandeyn! Bullhead! | 28 |
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cry before he's flayed. And his tear make newisland. Did a rise? | 30 |
Way, lungfush! The great fin may cumule! Three threeth o'er | 31 |
the wild! Manu ware! | 32 |
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Remus, plying the rape, so as now any bompriss's bound to get | 34 |
up her if he pool her leg and bunk on her butt. No, he skid like | 35 |
a skate and berthed on her byrnie and never a fear but they'll | 36 |