"Gin! Judge O'er Command!" ーズーズーズ[4: $Millionaire ーズーズー Li'l -"D-y"Jane, Jr.]

G'anchor, sail--pairwise!

Fireball! threatens--

He? Or yokin' pleaders?

Orange stoke-up your Selestina;

E'en stripp'd outlawry 'opes are gi'en, a-tame!

You, friend, so much in!

I demand th' mounted member.

Unholy Funnel-Wind; damned 'n' dull, tho' she be...

Give it!

Ye oath! Pittance is but 'cruel mention,' like, as cheerful, a'latecomer, sloshing Ale, joa tabletop!

Southeasts' Tortuga!

aye...

Prudence!

Jurisdiction!

Ruin!

Fable!

Ol' Reaper!

Comme d'garconne,

shirtless

and

wit' ye Arse chancres--

for insult!

Null are ye,

ere an' fro!

Talky wind,

Recite-ye,

lad,
Tyrannic Bob's
Reel--ye knows it hearty--

'Gin! Judge O'er Command!'

Bountiful Florinda, hangs a'fore ye!

To all a ya suppin'-- Sup!

To Libators--
Libate ye'selves green-eyed
'n Worm-et
Wood, Hyssop and Melissa...And if ye find 'er on board vessel, send 'er to see Capn' Hardtack!

WE

Peregrinate

like Albie-abov', th' morn.

Read ye, that can, and read the others,
that the scratchin' looks like barnacles to th' eye,
a leeward fession of me pen's blood.
But! If ye read it--tonight! Suck a whore's ration more-it'forgets on a-risin'!

commes des Garcon teams with H&M [for ja]

galliano: paris fashion show [12.3.09]