i have happened to obtain a fine shyt while roaming the streets filled with scallywags and hoodlums. i have picked a ripe apple from a bush of bruised blueberrys. oh how i am ever so happy. perhaps me and my ripe apple will make our own scallywags and hoodlums....anywho my ripe apple is so pulchritudinous, i will marry her in a country as beautiful as her