Garbled smashers flee fees like fleas

The insidious and gallant Bargle Gooz, known to gazarble inner turbulence of green radios and skeptical sandwiches, has announced the proclamation of the declaration of the mega cool zoopers... again. The devastating and catastrophic impact of this devastating and catastrophic event need not be emphasized.

However, like any regular platoon bafoon would normally do on a blazing cold Sunday afternoon after vigorously gnawing at dry glue and Oreo crumbs while wearing a fax machine earring, Mr. Gooz went to sleep chanting "you blue, me eleven" to his counterparts, socks, and MSN chat partners.

After feeding gas to his pet Cheerios, he hid behind a lamp post, where he met an elephant named Gator Goat. The two stood there staring at each other and lived happily ever after.