He was resting between horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare, prooboor welsht- breton, and unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal but, the first woking day, by Thunder, he stepped into the breach and put on his … [Continuar leyendo]
491.26-31 Y cómo es él, en qué lugar?
— O Tara's thrush, the sharepusher! And he said he was only taking the average grass temperature for green Thurdsday, the blutchy scaliger! Who you know the musselman, his muscle mum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo … [Continuar leyendo]
491.15-25 ¡Aprieta y cuenta, Shaun!
Strike us up either end Have You Erred off Van Homper or Ebell Teresa Kane. — Marak! Marak! Marak! He drapped has draraks an Mansianhase parak And he had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths aff the ark- bashap af … [Continuar leyendo]
491.08-15 y ¿dónde fue fueneral?
Thinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral fat his mental leans on. We can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a mile in every direction, from … [Continuar leyendo]
491.01-08 ¿Quiénes érais en el funeral? Los que pegaban
— Were you with Sindy and Sandy attending Goliath, a bull? — You'd make me sag what you like to. I was intending a funeral. Simply and samply. — They are too wise of solbing their silbings? — And both croon to the same … [Continuar leyendo]
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