From: keepontruckingbyrobertcrumb@fhfhfhfhfhfh.com   
      
   This has amused me since the day I clapped eyes on it:   
      
   All off for a buster, armstrong, hollering down the street. Bonafides. Where   
   you slep las nigh? Timothy of the battered naggin. Like ole Billyo. Any   
   brollies or gumboots in the family? Where the Henry Nevil's sawbones and ole   
   clo? Sorra one o me knows. Hurrah there, Dix! Forward the ribbon counter.   
   Where's Punch? All serene. Jay, look at the drunken minister coming out of   
   the maternity hospal! Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater et Filius. A   
   make, mister. The Denzille lane boys. Hell, blast ye! Scoot. Righto, Isaacs,   
   shove em out of the bleeding limelight. Yous join us, dear sir? No   
   hentrusion in life. Lou heap good man. Allee samee this bunch. En avant, mes   
   enfants! Fire away number one on the gun. Burke's! Thence they advanced five   
   parasangs. Slattery's mounted foot where's that bleeding awfur? Parson   
   Steve, apostates' creed! No, no. Mulligan! Abaft there! Shove ahead. Keep a   
   watch on the clock. Chuckingout time. Mullee! What's on you? Ma mère m'a   
   mariée. British Beatitudes! Ratamplan Digidi Boum Boum. Ayes have it. To be   
   printed and bound at the Druiddrum press by two designing females. Calf   
   covers of pissedon green. Last word in art shades. Most beautiful book come   
   out of Ireland my time. Silentium! Get a spurt on. Tention. Proceed to   
   nearest canteen and there annex liquor stores. March! Tramp, tramp the boys   
   are (attitudes!) parching. Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs,   
   battleships, buggery and bishops. Whether on the scaffold high. Beerbeef   
   trample the bibles. When for Irelandear. Trample the trampellers.   
   Thunderation! Keep the durned millingtary step. We fall. Bishops' boosebox.   
   Halt! Heave to. Rugger. Scrum in. No touch kicking. Wow, my tootsies! You   
   hurt? Most amazingly sorry!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)