Am I always as annoying as I think I am? Or am I just asking for answers? Boredom causes me to bother my blessed brethren, creating crabby Catholics. A crisp case-study? No, a circuitous circumlocution meant to cause contumacious chatter. Don't describe deficiencies to Donohoe, as this diatribe has no destination. An enigma with language as energy-efficient as an elephantine Ford E-Series, this freakish flood is as garish as a gargantuan gorilla. However herculean the effort, these hulking sentences are as ineffective as an impetuous inch-worm. Jokingly I jest, as words jostle for the job of juicing up my jargon. A klutz cantankerously killing at karaoke like a kamikaze, I'd quickly kiss a koala bear. Laughing lightheartedly at that last list, I learn it had little logic. Magnanimously I move on with mirth, mercilessly. No nomad can stop me, I notarize this note with notoriety. Obscenely I obfuscate onward, how obnoxious. With a plethora of pithy proverbs, I quickly quit the q's (how queer). Really, this rant has run on too long. I started with a head of steam, but this stream of slang is no longer scintillating.