My Glotspottel has a flook in it.
What a comeabout!
A good thrust of squarreling hasn’t worked. What next?
I’ve tried spoonchamping, reemsplitting, and even, as a last resort, soditbuckling.
All to no availiarisation. What a clitaclysm! Complete sacriligification.
I am sitting here, de-embrecated, contratrunkulated and without tractualisation.
Serious shittitudation? You bet!
Perhaps a reverse-colonicycle-pull-through-disectomisation is called for?
What can I say? Who knows?
Total dyspairiation and coconsiderectitude setting in. You know how that feels.
My Glotspottel is, as I sit here, completely flooked.
You have to pay homage to Professor Stanley Unwin…