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But there was a letter written by a German farmer recently moved from Minnesota to Saskatchewan: Dear sor, as you haf bin treading mee for a fue Weaks dis Somer and seen wat is rong wit mee so in Regarding to dat i wont to tank you. the Doctor heir say wat shot bee rong wit mee and day give mee som Madsin but it diten halp mee like wat you dit.
Oct. 12. the wind blows feerful. father wants me to lern to sing a tune with Keene and Cele. i dident want to but he said i had got to, so we tried it, and i sung it rong every time. i sung it jest enuf rong to make you feel crepey in your back, and father said if you cant sing better then that you had better shet up. so i shet up. Oct. 13. clowdy but no rane.
It are correct always and never rong to nobody an it make a man feel better when he are netely an a nice looking person when he are netely are clean before every body. , aged 25. That the kind of work I likes to do. When I drive waggon I rides a plenty. Riding are a good thing because when folks is sick it are good for the helt. I likes to drive it because I have been loadin it.
If Henry does not hate me anny more after I am ded, ask him to berry a pore girl whose hart beet for him only, and to forgif me, for I did rong to meddle in what didn't consern me. Tak care of his wounds. How much he sufered, pore fellow! I shall have as much corage to kill myself as he had to burn his bak. Carry home the corsets I have finished. And pray God for your daughter. Ida.
But she dide and my guvnor why hes been a gitten the rong side of the post hever sins that hunfortunate day. Praps you knows Mr. Pindargrasp what it is to lose a mother in your herly hinfantsey. But I was at the guvnor hovers and hovers agin, but hall of no yuse. 'He as stumpt hoff with my missus and now he shall stump hup the reddy. Them was my guvnors hown words halways. Well, Mr.
Jones managed to gasp the one word, "No." "Buz-z-zz," went the bell. "George, make out an annual for Mr. Jones, Comp. Jones steadied himself by resting an elbow on the top of the Manager's desk. The chief engineer was writing in a little note-book. "Now, Mr. Jones ah, your cigar's out! how much is this ten acres to cost us? a thousand dollars, I believe you told Mr. Rong."
Apr. 16. brite and fair. i put some minnies in the geese pond today. it was after church and i got them yesterday. they wood have dide in the tin pail, so it wasent rong to put them in Sunday. tomorow we are going down to get the geese eggs.
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