Voopie on the Volga

I've had a two-faced and tele-patica. I've had a four-faced, tele-patica for this trial of hell. Fun with our star Canadian, Fred Allen, and his mighty Alumni players. He did hand-season in the I've had a trip at Orange for Sound Hall, quartet in the flop of New anxious and legal attitudes.

New vices, New music, New fun. It's home hall tonight. And that's how they're carrying in the seats of Fred Allen, which is weekly break at the old town hall. Red blessing and coping with the guy in the fan playing.

And here comes the mighty alma mater players. Let's try the merry song. Everybody's going. Here they come, Indians. But you can't pay in America without a passport to send me. Please, suppose. Suppose it's your separate tomorrow.

It's the time to haul up tonight. Hill, Billy. What you doing with that rifle, Ma? I ain't even gonna become a widow? No, there's a two-cat on a ragtime party. Well, because I don't say kidding, Ben Ta.

Aren't you enjoying my class? Yes, Mary. My mom, me, got a lot to be saying for her. It's our home. Here we are in front of the Old Town Hall folks. and they're spread flipping under his bulletproof vest and addressing the crowd.

Let's listen. If I had the wings of an angel to the town hall doors, I would fly both. But your guests did welcome on foot. So go right in, friends, if you'll find me. How's the evening, Alan?

Hi there, brother, crawl. How's the old steeplejacks these days? I ain't getting rich, but I'm living high. Ha ha ha. Say you can be grounded for a crack like that. Line form to the right.