Read them and you will readily note that 20 of these pages are written after I left, by others. It is evident, even to a half-wit, that there has been a clamour for me to stay. Not being either cruel or capricious, I have recanted on my original intention, and have decided to stay. Can we, now, please put all the grovelling and snivelling to bed? Thank you.
Exactly! What would we do without our clown tramping around in his size 18 boots making us all laugh at him.
I wouldn't normally do this, but it's:- "let's" You will find that this new version of HIAG, as well as going straight as an arrow, is a stickler for grammatical correctness.
Repeating my japes and jibes does not imbue you with my superior levels of rapacious wit and intellect. You do know that, don't you, Skiddy?
That's because all of your japes and jibes are plagiarised anyway. The wit an intellect isn't yours. You are merely a cheap fraud.
Come off it, Pix! Your entire repertoire has been filched from a well-thumbed copy of The Art of Wummery (1997), by William Cuthbert HIAG. There isn't a single thing you've learned about wummery that hasn't been ripped from the pages of that illustrious book.
I've seen it endlessly on here with you mate. You can pretty much guarantee that if somebody else comes out with a jape or jibe, you'll be copying it within days.
I'm 664 next door but one neighbour, and that **** of the underworld still hasn't returned my step ladder that I lent him
