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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> [[Formalisa]]. [[Loves deathhow simple]]!</TD> <TD> [[WITH EBONISER]]. </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> [[Formalisa]]. [[Loves deathhow simple]]!</TD> <TD> [[WITH EBONISER]]. </TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> [[Slutningsbane]]. <SUP>2</SUP></TD> <TD> IN [[PIX]]. </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> [[Slutningsbane]]. <SUP>2</SUP></TD> <TD> IN [[PIX]]. </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD> <i>Service super-</i> </TD> <TD> Thanks eversore much, [[Pointcarried]] ! I can't</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|EUCHRE]] </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD> <i>[[Service superseding self|Service super-]]</i> </TD> <TD> Thanks eversore much, [[Pointcarried]] ! I can't</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|EUCHRE]] </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> |
| − | <TR> <TD> <i>seding self.</i> </TD> <TD> say if it's the weight you strike me to the</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|RISK]], [[MERCI BUCKUP|MERCI]] </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD> <i>[[Service superseding self|seding self]].</i> </TD> <TD> say if it's the weight you strike me to the</TD> <TD> [[EUCHRE RISK|RISK]], [[MERCI BUCKUP|MERCI]] </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> |
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD>quick or that red mass I was looking at but at</TD> <TD> [[MERCI BUCKUP|BUCKUP]], AND </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD>quick or that red mass I was looking at but at</TD> <TD> [[MERCI BUCKUP|BUCKUP]], AND </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD>the present momentum, potential as I am, [[I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me|I'm]]</TD> <TD> MIND WHO </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD>the present momentum, potential as I am, [[I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me|I'm]]</TD> <TD> MIND WHO </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
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<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis.</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | + | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> [[maily was bag enough]] I'd send you a [[toxis]].</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> |
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> By [[Saxon Chromaticus]], you done that lovely</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> By [[Saxon Chromaticus]], you done that lovely</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | <TR> <TD> </TD> <TD> for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite,</TD> <TD> </TD> <TD> </TD> </TR> | ||
Latest revision as of 22:39, 20 August 2016
| wan's won! Rip! 1 And his countinghands | |||
| rose. | |||
| Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple! | WITH EBONISER. | ||
| Slutningsbane. 2 | IN PIX. | ||
| Service super- | Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried ! I can't | EUCHRE | |
| seding self. | say if it's the weight you strike me to the | RISK, MERCI | |
| quick or that red mass I was looking at but at | BUCKUP, AND | ||
| the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm | MIND WHO | ||
| seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours | YOU'RE | ||
| to you and may you be commended for our | PUCKING, | ||
| exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a | FLEBBY. | ||
| bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only | |||
| sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker | |||
| barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long | |||
| as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with | |||
| them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my | |||
| maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis. | |||
| By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely | |||
| for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, | |||
| she studiert whas? With her listeningin coif- | |||
| fure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the | |||
| glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 3 | |||
| And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops | |||
| she easily might be if she had for a sample | |||
| Virginia's air of achievement. That might | |||
| Catastrophe and | keep her from throwing delph. 4 As I was saying, | ||
| Anabasis. | while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn | ||
| The rotary pro- | of the cards. We're offals boys ambows. 5 | ||
| cessus and its | For I've flicked up all the crambs as they | ||
| reestablishment | crumbed from your table um, singing glory | ||
| of reciprocities. | allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So | ||
| 1 A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! | |||
| 2 Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap! | |||
| 3 Wipe your glosses with what you know. | |||
| 4 If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows | |||
| tureens. | |||
| 5 Alls Sings and Alls Howls. | |||
