avuncular renegades from Besswax Heaven, where the angelic wrote scripts about the magnificence of the worms endeavours, others just trod on unblended by the extrav beeanth yore, after habitude and Consueal the Rorty gang bustered with the sennet, and seats were sold with the couches for an eloquent gesture of arse made round the nighthalls for a wagon of jelly they, stooping in the litlamp promenade, bathing in the forty something smackspectaculr Hastings Girlsin the denim blue dress ran up to the Owner of the Yelton, calling him a Fat Wanker. Pisshead across the street, bneing boirthed yeronner from Rumdigger postcode fx45 2c, wrote back to me saying he hadn’t called her a bitch, but a bloody tourist, roaming round Men’s Hells for a good scene. That made him swallow. And as he thought “Crikey of Rileye” I’ll have to sea craggy green about that unless the Winderstruck bombshells calls, then its nadooks for Egyptians if I’ve a half swallow in me I’ll be… But he never had the chance to finishete the pretty, because latelyeliet and tardily bunched in rags, barreled over the bar for the chinks Charity Bottle, and then legged it out the boozer. Farmers in Washington noticed the sea swell underneath their bedeviled castle when that turned yellow and sour, he thought she said, swore, never to build a castle without a moat and fact. Drainage levels near zero. Dambusters nightly on Sundays pouring Romance down the guilltine of Tv. Barfed. That sent Sally to the hospital as her Fluke was in Casualty with the geezer from Knightsbridge having just had his head kicked in by the norther posse. Latitude wet fifty found them banking way too much foranIcicle and they were sold out by scum from A European enclave. They daid fuck you back to the nurse when she told and insisted no treatment until they showed some cause to sober up, at which point out came the whiskey, “to steady my head, dear.”
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