The parakeet has a goiter

DO

Mrs. Slob of 1961

Farewell from your ROTTING DONKEY

IT WAS A BUSY YEAR AND THEN IT WASNT

There is no one around and I can really breathe

I don’t know so well what I think until I see what I say

He is the worst specimen I have met in 30 years’ service

Spring is an explosion

Most of your life will happen in the gray spaces between bliss and heartbreak

I will make an infinite number of items for attack and defence

I shall never be in