A whole smorgasbord of great stuff to eat is fine fer some, but I find it a lil' off-puttin' n' unappetizin' to watch a herd of 2-legged animals gorge themselves.
Kayla, who is CT's Petite Blonde Intern (PBI, as most have come to know), came fer a visit down here awhile back. She went back home to the boudoir in Hartland, Vermont a few weeks thereafter. Totin' back a pink Stetson hat, n' a lifetime o' outdoorsy ex-perience at her dee-parture, she still sends letters to check on me n' the crew, n' ree-quests fer me to send her n' the Linguistics Czar 'nother case o' non-homogeneous dairy products, die-rect from the teat, every month er two.
However, she's firmly co-mitted to her lavish, linguistical life in Vermont. Even invitin' her to send fer the Linguistics Czar to come stay in the Ranch's bunkhouse was met with a strong ree-sistance. What kin I say? The Texas heat jist ain't fer ev'ryone.
I, however, now have, nor never have had, an "intern". Only thing this here hayseed po-sesses is an unhealthy Sinister n' Evil ob-session with blowin' up yer cranium, n' the memory o" what you tried to pull with my now-dead milkin' cow.