Spare your maggot-ridden form. Your breath stinks like the pungent stench of a dead possum's sperm-ridden spleen drenched in an obese persons' sweat after a workout at maccas.
I think you are misconstrued. It is clearly a pudgewallop of fickle-bellied cumquat squabblers intoxicated by beer hand-running with ink to make up what we know as a sillybus.