Nothing about my natural charms no more, an egg's age since anybody had called me to 1 side and whispered I got a T. L. for you. Gertie thinks your ears is immense.
I got a T. L. for you. Gertie thinks your ears is immense.
The broken glass left two angry cuts across my arm.
Next! steps gingerly in to confront the medical eye fastened questioningly upon him. Crook in the guts, he says tersely. The picturesque reports of previously treated and disgusted patients - have left him doubtful, and he casts, an anathematising eye upon the Black Jack bottle. Tabloids and duty! says the doctor, and the sufferer sighs with relief.
Next!
Crook in the guts,
Black Jack
Tabloids and duty!
And getcho damn foot out my door.
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