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di'yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it! Post- | di'yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it! Post- | ||
martem is the goods. With Jollification a tight second. [[Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow|Toborrow | martem is the goods. With Jollification a tight second. [[Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow|Toborrow | ||
| − | ]][[Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow|and toburrow and tobarrow]]! That's our crass, hairy and ever- | + | ]][[Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow|and toburrow and tobarrow]]! That's our [[crass, hairy and ever]]- |
grim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the | grim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the | ||
bell with a bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the | bell with a bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the | ||
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Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall. | Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall. | ||
Well, the slice and veg joint's well in its way, and so is a | Well, the slice and veg joint's well in its way, and so is a | ||
| − | ribroast and jackknife as sporten dish, but home cooking every- | + | ribroast and jackknife as sporten dish, but [[home cooking every-]] |
time. Mountains good mustard and, with the helpings of ladies' | time. Mountains good mustard and, with the helpings of ladies' | ||
lickfings and gentlemen's relish, I've eaten a griddle. But I fill | lickfings and gentlemen's relish, I've eaten a griddle. But I fill | ||
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hurricanes in our Cohortyard, no cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no puncheon jodelling nor no nothing. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. You will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the new bustle and the farmer shinner in his latterday paint. It's the fulldress Toussaint's wakeswalks experdition after a bail motion from the chamber of horrus. Saffron buns or sovran bonhams whichever you'r avider to like it and lump it, but give it a name. Iereny allover irelands. And there's food for refection when the whole flock's at home. Hog- manny di'yegut? Hogmanny di'yesmellygut? And hogmanny di'yesmellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it! Post- martem is the goods. With Jollification a tight second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and ever- grim life, till one finel howdiedow Bouncer Naster raps on the bell with a bone and his stinkers stank behind him with the sceptre and the hourglass. We may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs but we're presurely destined to be odd's without ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stopgap, with Whogoes- there and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant, Pro- spector, you sprout all your abel and woof your wings dead certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever while Hyam Hyam's in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail of the cow what a humpty daum earth looks our miseryme here- today as compared beside the Hereweareagain Gaieties of the Afterpiece when the Royal Revolver of these real globoes lets regally fire of his mio colpo for the chrisman's pandemon to give over and the Harlequinade to begin properly SPQueaRking Mark Time's Finist Joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall. Well, the slice and veg joint's well in its way, and so is a ribroast and jackknife as sporten dish, but home cooking every- time. Mountains good mustard and, with the helpings of ladies' lickfings and gentlemen's relish, I've eaten a griddle. But I fill twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a few natives. The crisp of the crackling is in the chawing. Give us an- other cup of your scald. Santos Mozos! That was a damn good
