Dack Janiel's is a wice nhisky.
I sas wucking a nemon last light.
I sad a hore throat.
The memon lade it bo netter.
National Trid Gransco.
Frorning, Mancis! Kow are you heeping? Wet's the whather like? It's floody breezing here.
Clorning Mary!
tere hoo! wamn deather!
I meel rather fiserable today. I piss all you meople!
you are ticked woday, so many dittle levils.
Phrunrns of tase like those just sparen't oonerisms. They bust me Francisisms.
and that lakes me maugh...
Chakes a mange from grevil imaces.
wood changes with the meather..
shun is sowing!
Tot in Notnes.
cley grouds
weezing frind
and I must sho and have a gower.
I once said 'She put her heart before her course' quite spontaneously. Spluttered my korma all over the dinner party.
It's cot the nough chat tarriers you off,
It's the toffin chey yarry cou iff on.
Sigs in pace.
I bheated a cit there.
