Playing golf

Plot:
Finnegan falls from a wall and starts drinking.
The God of Oyster regrets his marriage.
Finnegan gets in some sexy times!

Of the first was he to bare arms and a name: Wassaily Booslaeugh
of Riesengeborg. His crest of huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant,
argent, a hegoak, poursuivant, horrid, horned. His scutschum fessed,
with archers strung, helio, of the second. Hootch is for husbandman
handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister
Finnagain! Comeday morm and, O, you're vine! Sendday's eve and, ah,
you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again!
What then agentlike brought about that tragoady thundersday this
municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the
thunder of his arafatas but we hear also through successive ages that
shebby choruysh of unkalified muzzlenimiissilehims that would
blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven. Stay us
wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sustainer, what time we
rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump down
upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the stars! For
a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Otherways
wesways like that provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and the jpysian
sea. Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide. Then we'll know if the
feast is a flyday. She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars
helpers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed! It may half been a missfired
brick, as some say, or it mought have been due to a collupsus of his
back promises, as others looked at it. (There extand by now one
thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe ite
ivvy's holired abbles, (what with the wallhall's horrors of rollsrights,
carhacks, stonengens, kisstvanes, tramtrees, fargobawlers, autokinotons,
hippohobbilies, streetfleets, tournintaxes, megaphoggs, circuses and
wardsmoats and basilikerks and aeropagods and the hoyse and the
jollybrool and the peeler in the coat and the mecklenburk bitch bite at
his ear and the merlinburrow burrocks and his fore old porecourts, the
bore the more, and his blightblack workingstacks at twelvepins a dozen
and the noobibusses sleighding along Safetyfirst Street and the
derryjellybies snooping around Tell-No-Tailors' Corner and the fumes
and the hopes and the strupithump of his ville's indigenous
romekeepers, homesweepers, domecreepers, thurum and thurum in
fancymud murumd and all the uproor from all the aufroofs, a roof for
may and a reef for hugh butt under his bridge suits tony) wan warning
Phill filt tippling full. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did shake.
(There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stottered from the
latter. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when
a mon merries his lute is all long. For whole the world to see.

Shize? I should shee! Macool, Macool, orra whyi deed ye diie? of a
trying thirstay mournin? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss
wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation
and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation. There was
plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen
too. And the all gianed in with the shoutmost shoviality. Agog and
magog and the round of them agrog. To the continuation of that
celebration until Hanandhunigan's extermination! Some in kinkin
corass, more, kankan keening. Belling him up and filling him down.
He's stiff but he's steady is Priam Olim! 'Twas he was the dacent
gaylabouring youth. Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his bier!
E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear sich a din again? With their
deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios. They laid him brawdawn
alanglast bed. With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a
barrowload of guenesis hoer his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang
the twoddle of the fuddled, O!