Archaic mutterings about tit for tat and tat for tit

I'm bored man my sarchies are running bone moist and its scarcely had any rainfall since elevensayear aboughtoutn pray sell, how many mardies count since the night you watched the sun rise with mayor kiffleblunch?

I finally found them I'm so happy I worked so hard on them! they were in dank depth chatteris of my pluming electropigeon... sell you seventeen if you'll only lend me an eyelash, or failing that a brown little mr jupiter would suffice, as long as she's had her ointment and is only eating head lice

he passed his test aged 18

74 years before the queen

she stood and looked her eyes in tandem

miming the words to the national anthem