Womblezing Hooplefat Strikes Again!

Tue, 20 Mar 2007 15:00:30 +0100

"Cassie Flipping Pancakes - it is an unusual name, although, in time, it began to grow on her. She dyed her shades a different hair, for why? I hear you cry. With a glitter and a titter she was much amused. Do not fear your ears for they are really useful. For example, you may wish to listen to a 'candytree' growing (we are up to our nexus in it and it is a beautiful thing. It does sound good - trust me). It is shortly after realising this that she slid down her barrister (how he appeared she will never know!) and he, as usual, was oblivious. In fact he was always no more than ten feet away from a caveat (with a long tail to boot - and many feet it would appear, although, where they came from she will never know). Well she had to kill time somehow. Maybe that's why there seems to be so little of it left. Like her cooking, it too flies. Atchoo!! Today was the day that everything seemed to resemble mashed potato - including her barrister. Most unfortunate, until you consider that this could well have come in useful for those tricky jobs around the home. 'I am Hoopeling Womblefat, Fumbling Noodledrip and I wear the trousers around here!' Well, d'ere's no messing wit dis broad huh! And then reason, quite unreasonably if you ask me, kicked the door in. At..ich...ooD! And proffered a hankie pancake. 'Your Noodledrip, pardon the impertinence, but I believe you were looking for this?' 'Not on your nellie jellie bellie smelly telly shall I consider using such a thing! The nerve!!' I am Bumbling Weazletat and I am your mistress. Clean out your ears sir! Can't you see I'm upto my kneesup in it?! (I haven't got a clue what I'm going on about here but stick with me. Anyway, it's nearly over. Thanks).

"Yo, skinnycandy? This is a load of ole jibble jabble bibble babble tootle bootle ninny sir!" Well, nobody is perfect except of course Zinglefat Woombleheap, or whatever her name is. She with the trousers (for she has more than one. Trouser, that is. Trouser is, if you didn't know already, a moniker for her man friend. She is skirt and he is trouser. Together, in a small dark room, nothing is impossible).

Toodlepip for now. I shall be back when I have shaved my palms and ventured into daylight. Remember, you never have ten feet more than a caveat and are always on top of a crav..ee..at.

skinnycandy

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