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...]

sipping some Wheatley's at Rhoss's on a barstool, with some pubpal of the Olaf Stout kidney, always trying to poorchase mov- ables by hebdomedaries for to putt in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in … [Read more...]

  Dumnlimn wimn humn. In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to Home Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his ap- pointed time, … [Read more...]