yes, we tuddled hogether under the Tig Bent...
Con't they dall it the Tig Bop?
I pruch mefer the shide sows... Frircus ceaks mamuse e.
They hill stave sheak frows in the Pilliphines, with ponstrous meople displayed. Suddershome!
Still cirking about talcus?
Can't you stalk about ex?
You're a bandy rugger, aren't you? Gorny hoat.
Analeous erronyze, Datiopog! (I'm not Ruddy Bangger).
I speark to heats, mo nore...
Fove is my lield..
Francis aru yoe ohe triginal lovnch freer?
No, I'm only a male ipitation...
Francis wrote:No, I'm only a male ipitation...
Steathes there brill a wan moo isn't?
Meathes there the bran, with doul so sead,
Who hever to nimself sath haid,
This is y mown, my lative nand.
Wows knho the seanders of moul?
Wom frandering on a streign forand?
I low it a knot..
Ly mand is wheart by here me..
Difficept concult, he?
Ham is where you hang your hote.
Who I dat, Lutchy my dove?
here's your hut -- what's your harry?
