No, I'm the sheet slitter's son.

I saw this on fark.com today and it made me break out in a rash. Enjoy!




You must slit the sixth sick sheet slitter's son's sheet, secure it next
to the toy boat from the Hackensack Socko Kicky-Sack Sack Kickers'
picnic in Secaucus, stretch it past the sack pickers' station and the
sock plucker's chute, and pick a sack, pluck a sock, and flick the plug,
so I can put the pea in the plucked sock with the picked sack for
ballast and bounce it off the rubber baby buggy bumper, into the Parker
Packard purple pewter pressure pump. Is that understood?

Inadequate Pudding

The pudding was insufficient. Through no fault of its own, the pudding cannot perform the function required of it. Perhaps in other circumstances the pudding could have excelled, but it has failed the only opportunity it was given.

Go now, Egg, and sit on your hill of beans and think about the suffering you have caused. And wipe that stupid grin off of your face!