Between all the studying going down and packing up, everything has hurtled towards the inevitable big one and thus: Skippy is about to fly the coup.
Yes, anything about Skip, flying and a coup is going to be cause for grammarians to pull the last shards of grey from their skulls in an effort to He-Man it up, and also a little because it’s a faulty-metaphor shindig.
Pop the corks and grab a kleenex, because boy wonder has his last night at his full-time digs. By the time the cock crows and the bitch barks again, I’ll be off like a lumberjack with my best girl by my side.
To those who are a tad quizzical as to zee geek extraordinaire assaults thy ears, eyes and mind, ‘tis because a wee sheila has taken a fancy to these tribblings and lost the plot. Completely. So when lady sanity graces our threshold again, we hope to say “shit, aye aint fought of them online whatchamacallits dat help ya know whad one lang meens in da udder.”
Monday arvo things will be back to normal.
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