Man and manatee, woman and wombat, landed in gentry, christened in combat, there’s a crack in the esprit d’armor.

Millie made muffins for the multitude but jesus got all the credit. Credit where credit is due, by gum.

Pepe popped in to the peep-o-rama but it turned out he was in his cups and the pope got the coats of the many coloureds and those of the rug riders. He pulled the rugs out from under them. That’s the way things go during the decline of the umpire.

Forgive me for poisoning your well but it was all in the spirit of jest.

As, jest you wait until I get ahold of you. Then we’ll see who’s the cock of the robin and who’s a ward of the state. You got to have balls to become a bowler. You got to have the shits to become a plumber. You got to have your head examined to become a shrink

the lady in waiting had a quilted foundation and the garment of a gamin a profusion of profundities poured from her pudendum holy mackerel and clams for us all at the coquille saint jack

My grandfather told this story to me, then he died laughing despite the pain of the stone.

Real photographs of the famous Mack Sennett water nymphs.

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Listed on the shoreside roster as Helena Hornblower, Marcy Tigner blew the departure of the fleet. Her latest album, “Trombone,” is classified under harp, pipe, and organ, and within the sub-genres thereof.

He claimed to be a cut above the norm but was accused of hitting below the belt. They sweared it on a stack of bibles. It was in all the newspapers, save for the ones he owned.

When he died, his last will and testament provided a handsome bequest to the policemen’s widows’ fund if they could persuade their late husbands to wipe his hard drives, save for the copies in the cloud.

The last thing I heard that poor boy say, “Give me a cool drink of water before I die.”

I washed the news tonight to see who’s got that oscar — I heard she’s worth a king’s ransom on the blacks’ market. In the field kitchen the recipient, disabusing herself with a cucumber, tried everything from osmosis to reverse hypnosis.

In his 1684 account The History of the Buccaneers of America, Alexandre Exquemelin notes François l’Olonnais’s place of birth as les Sables-d’Olonne.

L’Olonnais first arrived in the Caribbean as an indentured servant during the 1650s. By 1660 his servitude was complete. He began to wander various islands before arriving in Saint-Domingue – in what is now Haiti – and becoming a buccaneer. He preyed upon shipping from the Spanish West Indies and Spanish Main.

A year or two (dates regarding l’Olonnais are uncertain) into his piratical career, l’Olonnais was shipwrecked near Campeche in Mexico. A party of Spanish soldiers attacked l’Olonnais and his crew, killing almost the entire party. L’Olonnais himself survived by covering himself in the blood of others and hiding amongst the dead.

After the Spanish departed, l’Olonnais with the assistance of some slaves escaped and made his way to the island of Tortuga. A short time later he and his crew held a town hostage, demanding a ransom from its Spanish rulers. The governor of Havana[who?] sent a ship to kill l’Olonnais’ party. l’Olonnais captured and beheaded the entire raiding crew save one, whom he spared so that a message could be delivered to Havana: “I shall never henceforward give quarter to any Spaniard whatsoever.”

Genghis Khan or Hopalong Cassidy ?

Genghis for centuries has had a fearsome reputation because of his large-scale slaughter of conquered populations. Numerically not approaching modern levels, but proportionally near extinction for the clandestine cohort .

Hopalong, on the other hand,  had a wooden leg.  Rude and rough  in his youth, he grew up to become a clean-cut, sarsaparilla-drinking man of many attributes. He was the first man to legally marry his horse, in a barbershop in Omaha.  Always a square shooter who would give a cocksucker an even break, he shot the chip off Roy Rogers’s  shoulder, and Dale couldn’t suppress the odd suppository.

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Marian Rejewski, probably 1932.
Photo courtesy of Janina Sylwestrzak, Rejewski’s daughter.

In 1929, while studying mathematics at Poznań University, Rejewski attended a secret cryptology course conducted by the Polish General Staff’s Cipher Bureau (Biuro Szyfrów), which he joined in September 1932. The Bureau had had no success in reading Enigma-enciphered messages and set Rejewski to work on the problem in late 1932; he deduced the machine’s secret internal wiring after only a few weeks. Rejewski and his two colleagues then developed successive techniques for the regular decryption of Enigma messages. His contributions included the cryptologic card catalog, derived using the cyclometer that he had invented, and the cryptologic bomb.

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I hesitate to debrief you at this late hour, but it’s been bruited abroad that they are coming for our noodly appendage. Our daily bread no longer rise. Retreat to the mountains. Take special care for the mothers to be.

Cross-reference this file to the memoranda in your welcome package.