Quote:Or who would Bortles bear to grunt and sweat under a heavy pass rush, must give us pause...

 

Ah, there's the rub, for in that sack of death what dream becomes a speeding dial to the tractor, a Todd, a plow man?

 

Nay. The Jake take is a consummation devoutly to be.

 

A pox on you, uncouth codwilly. For once I took gander upon this correspondence I smelt the rat. Perchance your quarrel with us sawney is beyond the pale and harrowed up as most feel hampered in your native tongue of chafe. 

 

I say, good day ragamuffin as thou perfumed stench of stale cordial and tractor beam is thy odor of choosings..

 

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