🚀 go-pugleaf

It was the night before the wedding.  The party was in  full
swing;  the  champagne  was  flowing  freely.   As  midnight
approached, the groom raised  his  glass  and  attempted  to
speak:

     ``Yoush know, es-sept for mah ... belov'd  bride  here,
...,  and, ah, ah, ah coursh, my sister, ..., I have had ehs
... ehs ... eh-very girl in thish room to bed!''

     ``Well, hot dog!'' remarked  his  somewhat  more  sober
best man.  ``Between us, we've had 'em all!''