In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel you're all so cracked about there's flitty few of them gets it for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to match it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my … [Leer más...]

The inimitable in puresuet of the inevitable! There's nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pud- ding for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the rollingpin write … [Leer más...]

That was what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it is henceforth associated with her names. La Dreeping! Die Droopink! Eso (esas babas) es lo que se le pegó a la … [Leer más...]

Blesht she that walked with good Jook Humprey for he made her happytight. Go! You can down all the dripping you can dumple to, and buffkid scouse too ad libidinum, in these lassi- tudes if you've parents and things to look after.   Recuerdas las … [Leer más...]

Haul Seton's down, black, green and grey, and hoistMikealy's whey and sawdust. What's overdressed if underclothed?Poposht forstake me knot where there's white lets ope. Whisht!   Ropas? colores? Atención, que esto se pone guarro. Y este … [Leer más...]