Monday, 23 February 2009



troylloyd said...


"You will deserve a rolypoly as long as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis. By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, she studiert whas? With her listeningin coiffure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops she easily might be if she had for a sample Virginia's air of achievement. That might keep her from throwing delph. As I was saying, while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn of the cards. We're offals boys ambows.For I've flicked up all the crambs as they crumbed from your table um, singing glory allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum.

1) A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday.
2) Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
3) Wipe your glosses with what you know.
4) If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens.
5) Alls Sings and Alls Howls.

Service super-
seding self.

Catastrophe and


mike cannell said...