A persnickety whippersnapper nincompoop like you shouldn’t make my day all cattywampus with your talking about the gobbledygook thingamajig you gobsmacked me by not finishing. I am just flummoxed that you bamboozled me into thinking you’d finished your shenanigans and weren’t causing a brouhaha or lollygagging to get the whatsit done. You’re full of malarkey and have me all discombobulated with your poppycock and whatnot.
After that, I think I’ll go eat some pumpernickel.
bookworm at the gym 