It’s just so gosh-darn easy to wind Abe up, isn’t it?
Really, all one has to do is say something like “that lad should have paid more attention at his reformatory school…betcha he doesn’t know what ‘satire’ is!” And next thing you know, there he is, energetically working away to prove that he DOES TOO know what ‘satire’ is. Look! He can even use it in a sentence!
But what was yesterday’s sputtered outpouring of attempted erudition in aid of?
Well, we gave Drifloud/Abe a wee poke in the ribs yesterday (below the photo):
ANYhoo….thanks for confirming that you’re Drippy, Abe…because you do remember that the question was addressed to him, right? Think hard. We’re sure you’ll remember.
On a related note, you mention that Drifloud’s posts are intended to be ‘satirical’ (that word again!) offerings, ‘meant to inject farcical ironic humour’. Izzat so? We wonder how you would know such a thing, as you claim not to be Drifloud…oh, but wait, you just admitted you were one and the same.
Sorry, we withdraw the question.
Moving on, we’re fairly sure your dear buddy Bronny will be less than delighted to discover that you think she’s us. Really, is that any way to treat someone who’s been planning tea parties on your behalf and trying to help you whip your dog’s breakfast of a blog into shape?
Really, you should be more careful about pissing off your friends. Soon you won’t have any left….oh, whoops, too late!
p.s. You’re still a dunce. Just don’t hit Ella because we said so. It’s hardly her fault.