Makes you go kerfazzle
Left, right, left, rong, Rongo Starr.
It'sthecustardinthewrazzlethatmakesyougokerfazzle?
"And, dear O, (dear, dear O'y), our tale is nearly taled.
Our tale is nearly stale. Our toll is nearly steel.
The curlew tolks the Salg of prattling dæg."
Also sprach Brandreth, wearing a fluorescently illuminant jumper; "Would the Right, Left, Right, Left, Honourablem Gentlymarsh explode wire (and I mean it) tax (tacks) have/s/d incrooned. Oh shut up."
ATTACK (n.): Used for pinning things on notice burps.
Welcome to page 36. In order anything here to write,
invert yourself in a bouquet of jellé.
