The tankle of broaching glask
is so plearvant to the face
Divid Boggle Sanks to mine
her feels me much bitter.
Comprendezvous non
Ah hee! hee! hee! hee! hee!
my laurphing
eye cord juiced Scrame!
“Warts me probelime” a fiend assks.
Warts me probelime?!
Know do I how?
End wrinkle wrankly went the glask.