that enemy of our country, in a cleanlooking light and I don't care a tongser's tammany hang who the mucky is nor twoo hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a hill (were he even a constantineal namesuch of my very own, Attaboy … [Leer más...]
441.33-442.01 Jaun sigue metiéndose con su hermano.
O, (the goattanned saxopeeler upshotdown chigs peel of him!) and volunteers to trifle with your round- lings for profferred glass and dough, the marrying hand that his leisure repents of, without taking out his proper password from the … [Leer más...]
441.24-33
Divulge, sjuddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, kicking the console to his double and braying aloud like Brahaam's ass, and, as his voixehumanar swelled to great, clenching his manlies, so highly strong was he, man, and gradually quite warming … [Leer más...]
441.18-23
In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel you're all so cracked about there's flitty few of them gets it for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to match it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my … [Leer más...]
441. 13-18
The inimitable in puresuet of the inevitable! There's nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pud- ding for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the rollingpin write … [Leer más...]