CT has approved the latest delivery o' gummies to enter the boudoir, from their Vermont-plated delivery driver...yes, that's what we'll call him...but fer whatever reason, unknown to me, he didn't down a couple o' them there suckers be-fore readin' WMC's recent attempt at employing' a Sinister Semicolon.
I've got a lil' tear in my redneck eye, I'll tell you what. Can't believe I'm a gonna do this here, but I'm sending e' nuff rednecks bucks to Wissss-taaah to cover the costs o' those demerits levied against him.
I'm kinda astonished that he went n' made the Sinister attempt. Well done, Mayflower Man. I ahall offer a set o' the Evil Ellipses of my own, in return, n' the first-ever tip o' the 10-gallon yer way.
Astonishin', I'll tell you what!
I wouldn't go n' question the linguistical knowledge n' prowess o' a retired newspaper copy editor n' his short-statured assistant, however.