Curfuffle. Shroud. Masonic flatuantarium massaged Herbert's spleen with a ball peen mackerel. Quasi-digible gnomon ihibited ihebriated flouder's ghoti ghochough. There are fish swimming in my brain. This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium. Two Johns stole two ns so I stole one lyric. Cough Women Nation cough come loch hiccough. Balls to Joyce. Finnagin's Wake is like any Irish Wake - no one makes sense with that much whisky.
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns.
Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
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