Introducing Sabu Pundit from RAWK, here is his take on the situation:
"My scouse we is forever being told, for last few yeahs, that the Whirled, this green an’ Bloo glob afloat an’ circle the Zola Cistern, what all cosmonaut sob “look so pissful an’ so bootyful” from distant off many miles (jus’ like Mrs Pundit) is actually, in an act of parrot-dogs, “GROWING SMALLER”.
Do two this, how you say, obscure Freud (mysterious shrink) we have benefit a faster communicate because it is now a Goebbel Village. This a strange an’ troublin’ term sins oui no, from the evident off the fogie generation and TV, that Hair Adult Fiddler an’ his Nastase Pattie never even won them SummerSlams 1939-45 so how come we got this “Goebbel Village” instead off Planned Erf as was ASWAD etc? You tell me they built a Musk up Growl Zero next. Unless the Nastases DID win as predict in Dick’s “The Maninder High Castle” but he clearly on drug so can discount addled nonsense the junky Phil Mitchell type.
In shorts, and it may surprise the masses what Sabu hold in greater steam, specially the brain death pleb ladies what have permitted the intimacy holiest of holies with Sabu, you can’t truss no-one these days, not even Houdini, no more.
What brings neatly Tudor point: IF it is a shrunken planet now and torque is done so Speedie, how come we STILL ain’t had this much vaulted “tape-over” business dealing wheelerism, what is draaaging on like Argie Menotti in a stress? IT DON’T ADD UP. As the yokel Hamlet Speketh, “something stinkin’ in Denman” and it ain’t no horseshit say SABU. The ex-Impress off India, the fat porker Cream Victoria would have a cack and eat it and say “we are not a moose” (what was blatant self deception: see Conrad’s “Lawd Jim” from more) and frankly mr shankly neither is SABU. There is a catastrophic laquer development the like not bin scene sins Gail’s absent chin Coronation ST.
What wrong wiv’ this soak halt billioners? What there problem? They tighter than amoeba’s vag. SABU ain’t no captain industry, if true behold, more a corporal than corporate, an yet still manage to gurgle “black gold Texas T” petrol up the 28 year old MuckSadie’s Bent only two weak back. In light of, what is there excuse? They is havin’ a larf more hearty than the first viewin’ the semen hole opus “Please Academy 4: [oops] Xenon Parole” what as all corner-sauce know is the Bob Beamon-ish marker hilarity antics. Who nut rollin’ in Eyals at cheeky capers My Homey an the alzheimer’s blow job taker Lassard et al? Thank you very much."
Now it all makes sense and I can sleep easy, bless the wisdom of Sabu Pundit
