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…
Wow man, that dude is crazy! 😂 I have never heard of this machine thingy you speak of…
It is all the product of a man who has too much time on his hands…I should be doing a proper job!
Ha! I confess to utter apectoriation from the misclasticle of Stanley’s domelispasticisms.
I love it!
Exactimole!