Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh! Be-sides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyondclerical horrors et omnibus to be entered for the foreign as second-class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired … [Leer más...]
FW 420.05-10
When sheslipped under her couchman. And where he made a cat with apeep. How they wore two madges on the makewater. And whythere were treefellers in the shrubrubs. Then he hawks his hand-mud figgers from Francie to Fritzie down in the kookin. Phizis … [Leer más...]
FW 419.27-32
But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark just now from theodicy re’furloined notepaper and quite agree in your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, … [Leer más...]
FW 419.19-27
—Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied, plosively pointing to the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I’m as after- dusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing … [Leer más...]
FW 419.16-19
The blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you, of course, decent Lettrechaun, we knew (to change your name of not your nation) while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote anaglyptics of those shemletters patent for His Christian’s … [Leer más...]