4'F

The polar beartex ees bag.

Ees seetteen' arn Nuevo York.

I weell slay eed weeth my grandeur.

Eed weel retread, wheempereen'.

I weel torn eed eento a rog!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

(Can sormworn sen' me some meettens??)

We hab sonk to a new low

Dios mio.

I went to sleeb y when I woghe orp eed was 1972.

The Wooman bough' a forgheen' shag rog.

Ees FAUX FORR! she tell me.

Sure. Whadebber you say, I say.

Am I een a porn mobie?

Me ad your fron door: Ees there  a prarblem weeth your keetchen seenk?

...

Nebberlheless, ees kine' ob soft, a beet like p...

ESTORBO! she yell.

Me: Can a cad nard speagh his mine?

NO! she say. A cad cannard.

...

Welcorm to the USS forgheen' R.

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Weenter.

Ees larng.

When can I claim my terrace?