Giant Water Hat Slides from Head of Magician

Whereas the infiddleable song plays itself mechanically in the ruins of my mind and the choking jokes of unfunny laughter reify the spoonfed calumnies of disreputable science, something someone says is re-uttered by the bifurcated pilrim multitudes and is thereby re-arrayed in a fancy-ass pattern all during and around the steep-bulb.

My nigh-as-much-as signal of the Horse now blastesth forth.

You, Winky Dink! You, Twinky!

Oh, now they got me thinking about them thar thangs again. Against my own better medallions of fury, I got to get my ownself carried away in the streaming bilges of stupefaction! Oh, the hell you say.

What is that, Mr Pilgrim Johnson III? Oh, your ass is sucking canal water? Oh, okay. I copy that. Maybe you ought to raise your ass up and stop it from vacuumizing all it surveys. Maybe that would be a start to the end of your pathetic woes? I don't know, but I don't want to find out, either. Maybe a slightly smaller ass would work wonders for you? What do you think?

This is my BLOG for today. Hope you ingest it with Super Power!