Hits and Misses and an Occasional Foul
We gots lot o' kitty wumpuses up here in th' hee-uls, but i ain't never heerd o' one made o' cardboard like th' one yew talkin abayout frum that British place. If'n it's reely a see monster yew'd think it'd juss swell up and sintygrate. I ain't never seed no thing like that
Whut I wanna no is how it doesn't jist turn t' mush, beein a rye an' all that
All the wampus cats we have around here are not common; they are actually quite rare, and we like them like that. Served with a cognac reduction or bernaise, of course.
You'll see MY caddywamus at next year's Masters. All will bow and worship me!
Yeah, that's what I call my ElDorado when it needs a front end alignment...
Howzit ya'll can stretch words and meanings so cattywampusly and have 'em elasticate into recognizable semblances? Anyway?
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