Oh freddled gruntbuggly, / Thy micturations are to me, / As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. / Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, / And hooptiously drangle me / With crinkly bindlewurdles, / Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts / With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don’t!
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I wonder if he just doesn’t realise that other people can see the sides of his head?
He can, he’s just lied to himself for so long he doesn’t see reality like you and me.
