When quidnuncs screeve in hempen hahas, and strange and tasteless words echo through the fjords… Whenever Liebig quivers where the Blattnerphone is deathly still… That is the time when pooks are present, pudifying their ballhooters with relish; delight.
When quidnuncs screeve in hempen hahas, and strange and tasteless words echo through the fjords… Whenever Liebig quivers where the Blattnerphone is deathly still… That is the time when pooks are present, pudifying their ballhooters with relish; delight....