or I'll smack your fruitflavoured jujube lips well for you, so I will well for you, if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. I'll … [Read more...]

or, Gash, without butthering my head to assortail whose stroke forced or which struck backly, I'll be all over you myselx hori- zontally, as the straphanger said, for knocking me with my name and yourself and your babybag down at such a … [Read more...]

  To the tumble of the toss tot the trouble of the swaddled, O. And lest there be no misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plight- forlifer on (threehundred and thirty three to one on Rue the Day!) when the nice … [Read more...]