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       ’Tis, sure. What say? In the speakeasy. Tight. I shee you, shir. Bantam,
two days teetee. Bowsing nowt but claretwine. Garn! Have a glint, do. Gum,
I’m jiggered. And been to barber he have. Too full for words. With a railway
bloke. How come you so? Opera he’d like? Rose of Castile. Rows of cast.
Police! Some H2O for a gent fainted. Look at Bantam’s flowers. Gemini, he’s
going to holler. The colleen bawn, my colleen bawn. O, cheese it! Shut his
blurry Dutch oven with a firm hand. Had the winner today till I tipped him a
dead cert. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen.
He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the depot. Shove him a
joey and grahamise. Mare on form hot order. Guinea to a goosegog. Tell a
cram, that. Gospeltrue. Criminal diversion? I think that yes. Sure thing. Land
him in chokeechokee if the harman beck copped the game. Madden back
Madden’s a maddening back. O, lust, our refuge and our strength. Decamping.
Must you go? Off to mammy. Stand by. Hide my blushes someone. All in if
he spots me. Comeahome, our Bantam. Horryvar, mong vioo. Dinna forget
the cowslips for hersel. Cornfide. Wha gev ye thon colt? Pal to pal. Jannock.
Of John Thomas, her spouse. No fake, old man Leo. S’elp me, honest injun.
Shiver my timbers if I had. There’s a great big holy friar. Vyfor you no me
tell? Vel, I ses, if that aint a sheeny nachez, vel, I vil get misha mishinnah.
Through yerd our lord, Amen.
       You move a motion? Steve boy, you’re going it some. More bluggy
drunkables? Will immensely splendiferous stander permit one stooder of most
extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive
inaugurated libation? Give’s a breather. Landlord, landlord, have you good wine,
staboo? Hoots, mon, wee drap to pree. Cut and some again. Right Boniface!
Absinthe the lot. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria
nostria Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say
onions? Bloo? Cadges ads? Photo’s papli, by all that’s gorgeous! Play low,
pardner. Slide. Bonsoir la compagnie. And snares of the poxfiend. Where’s the
buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel, ye maun e’en gang yer
gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann will yu help, yung man
hoose frend tuk bungalo kee to find plais whear to lay crown off his hed 2 night.
Crickey, I’m about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest
putties longbreak yet. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot’s
plood and prandypalls, none! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to
hell and with him those other licensed spirits. Time. Who wander through the
world. Health all. A la vôtre!