a saucepan...
Oh dear, I can't even read the first page of this. For I am too intelligent for books. I can read through swedish turnips. Also, I can read the f¡fth layer of onions·
I'm learning Gaelic...
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy saucepan.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy saucepan.
I guess I may require to train the handwriting recognition with cursive letters as I am more familiar to those...
SAUCEPAN TO SAUCEPAN!
who had received from another State an account to recover, after acknowledging the receipt of the letter of instruction, replied as follows:—"Now, I am perfectly astonished at you for sending a claim out here for recovery in these times. You might as well cast your net into the celebrated Stygian pool to catch pickled trout, as to try to collect money here. Money! I have a faint recollection of having seen it when I was a small boy. I believe it was given me by my uncle to buy sugar-candy with. (The candy I do remember.) But it has been so long since I have seen any, that I almost forget whether gold is made of corn or mustard, or silver of white onions or fish-scales. Why, sir, we live without money: You’re behind the times. It is a relict of bar-barism—of ages past."
one of the visitors proposed a toast, "May the man who has lost one eye in the service of his country never see distress with the other;" but the person whose duty it was to read the toast, by omitting the word "distress," completely changed the sentiment, and caused much merriment by the blunder.
what is this broken-brained bloke trying to convey?
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