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arose. Avis was there and trilled her about it. She's her sex, for

certain. So to celebrate the occasion:

- Willest thou rossy banders havind?

He simules to be tight in ribbings round his rumpffkorpff.

- Are you Swarthants that's hit on a shorn stile?

He makes semblance to be swiping their chimbleys.

- Can you ajew ajew fro' Sheidam?

He finges to be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-

tings of their maidens and spitting their heads into their face pails.

Spickspuk! Spoken.

So now be mushy, little pukers! Side here foolish, cleany fug-

lers! Grandicellies, all stay zitty! Adultereux, rest as befour! For

you've jollywelly dawdled all the day. When ye colf tantoncle's

hat then'll be largely temts for that. Yet's the time for being now,

now, now.