(xx) Edith Suggins Visit

And now I get ready to smile again with radio's home flow. They can say, written by Paul Ryan. He's likely to tell him. Let me tell him. How about he gets an alley? Oh, okay.

Hey, I don't think the news will flab again. When those cold and ugly kids, I guess I'd buy a watermelon and eat my hair. Yeah, all mine. Ha ha. We didn't fool around much of these tonight.

Then through the regular routine of a brisket, chris, during the dispersant. Your forces and port Russian take my hand. Then maybe you'll give me a dime, huh? Never. Okay. You are ready for night, Priti.

I mean, you are pretty tonight, Priti. Thank you. Won't take you this. I mean, don't mention it. Who will the hoop right side up here, then? Otherwise, Pankst is a junk. We'll tumble out of the pocket now.

We wouldn't watch that. That's it, would we? No. You go to the hallway. He's a good boy. Yeah. There if I give you 16 guesses, could you tell me who rang us about doorbell five minutes back to you left for large meeting tonight?

No, I couldn't if I give you 16,000 guess if you couldn't tell I bet that's you who was it? I'm not Tell your mother who walked in this little old five minutes after he left for large meeting tonight Oh, you wanted off?

You go ahead You know what the guess in the middle and guess is what it is I didn't case to me. Oh, what? Oh, you're very much. You're very much. Is that the name? No, Edith.

Lady's name. Bolly, man's name. Edith and Bolly. I don't know. He this big. Edith. Suggins. Duh-fuh. Oh, for mercy's sake. It's not the matter with you. Edith, Suggins. Bullseye, kickin' four. Seven, 18 million times.