Well, this is the time of the year when your humble narrator, clearing his gulliver after a good spatchka, smots twin eggiwegs and gets all painty.
Viddy this, brother, yon eggiwegs- all white- clean as the driven snow. Baboochka and myself govoreet colours but everything zvooks baddiwad.
Messel, droogs, Messel! Old Bog was real horrorshow! Us lewdies proceed painty wise eggshell white.
We owe pee and em no appy polly loggy, my brothers. These eggiwegs are doby.