Toadfish Monastery

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker of Bricks

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker of Bricks and Mortar

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker of Bricks and Mortar at Her

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker of Bricks and Mortar at Her Majesty's pyramid

Chapter 76

Despite constant irritation, Emilio didn't scratch his nose because the official handkerchief was in the laundry after that unfortunate accident under the ruined aqueduct near the launch site of cheesy projectiles which exuded the rotten stink very characteristic of bad and partially mouldy sheep doodies. Instead, he went for his shirt sleeves rolled up to conceal the birthmarks shaped like crazy devils on his elbows. It was not long before a pair of Metropolitan policemen entered stage right and left no sooner than the electricity would allow them to escape duty undetected.

Elsabeth Todur, the confused Tudor job agency office nurse from Yorkshire, took hold of some knicker elastic ticker tape she had lodged in her bottom drawer where she stored partially masticated gum, and stitched it with great pulchritude onto her exquisite longline bra. The attractive elasticity that expanded her intimate apparel caused a minor schism between Aragonites and Argonauts over the longevity of the ennui absent any time soon. There would have been serious consequences in the pursuit of a level above their previous level in the Caber Tossing Championship in Nova Scotia, if not for the sudden intervention of old Jones The Fish, who by running them through with a Welsh baguette bought from Jones the day before Pentecost, which left all options open. Most tragically of all, Elsabeth forgot that Miss Saigon was not entered and seized with remorse and utter despair she took to her bed. Bed-bugs immediately attacked her crab lice rendering them hors(e)-de-combat within only six rounds of blue ammunition in their skirt pockets that were an insecure and highly labile example of the killing fields. But after lunch with the prime target, the hired pest-control office manager from Ratisbon sur Seine, there was a whistling sound to contend with. Perturbed by the likelihood of another forrest fire the gump loader broke with his strange little habit of picking his own faggots out of dense wooded undergrowth without putting his leggings on. Ashamed by his lack of nail polish, Luke sobbed quietly before applying arnica to his bruised coccyx which had never grown a spotty spur, while still listening to the eldritch lament with two of his cousins. They had matching birthmarks, a rare congenital deviance found exclusively in Diego Garcia and Azerbaijan, which had puzzled geneticists for more than a month before a forociously intelligent committee of estate-agents decided to provide free advice of a previously debunked but nonetheless salient nature, filling both wisdom teeth (not yet errupted) with bright green sea-weed from a remote atoll off the archipelago last colonised by another white supremacist estate agency specialising in birthmark recognition.  Later, Emelio (Emilio's evil twin brother) and Catarrhina his puppet master deputee mistress, slept outside the clinical rehabilitation office in dungarees with purple stripes and no visible seams or panty-line except for the frayed and faded waist-band. Foresaking any chance meeting with Emilio, Emelio took the biggest sledgehammer in the potting shed and made a large impression on the plasticine mold hidden behind the ornate Chinese effigy of an ornate Greek soldier in fake leather sandals made in an ornate under-stairs cupboard outside Shanghai airport. This curious object had puzzled more than eighty-nine legionnaires that emerged from the Queen's Green Tea-room overflow lounge, wreaking havoc and devestation on a grand scale previously not seen since Her Majesty executed the producer of The Producers for the use of unauthorised photos of her climbing out of the bath. Such rank impudence was not uncommon among legionnaires before Sir Marmaduke Swash-Buckle died and left his niece his exquisite bejeweled headphones, a gift given to his late grandmother for faithful service in the horse marines during the coronation ceremony of 1756 and also the bear-bating tournament at the last Royal Display for Dahlia, archduchess of Floral Designs. Fuming and smoking like an octogenerian bus conductor, her majesty appointed a hobby executioner to chop some vegetables for her midnight levee to showcase her equally balanced views on disembowelment as recreational, educational and ultimately, necessary. After a lengthy Chapter at the end of very short representative blue and tasteful misgivings, Emilio got appointed as chief assistant to the Baker of Bricks and Mortar at Her Majesty's pyramid selling enterprise