Til heiðurs Tony Clifton
Hann Tony minn er fimm ára. Hann hristi eftirminnilega upp í Gestapó fyrir all nokkru síðan. Mér þykir sjónarsviptir af honum og vildi ég gjarnan sjá hann taka nokkrar góðar rispur hér aftur!
HLANDBELGIR SAURÞJÖPPUR OG BALLARSUGUR!
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Það er útlit fyrir það. Ég óska pent eftir því að þessu riti verði annað hvort eytt eða að fyrirsögninni verði breytt.
Ekki hlusta á forræðishyggjudrusluna og jafnaðarmanninn Ívar! Hann er fífl...
Ég er alla vega jafnari en þú, þú ert svo ójafn að þú sést á landakorti!
Í dag er Gestapó undirlagt vangefnu fólki sem þvælist hér um, sjálfu sér til ævarandi háðungar að sjálfsögðu. Með tveim fingrum hnitar það hring yfir sér- og samhljóðum uns þokukennd hugsunin hefur hnoðað saman setningu eða tvær. Svo er ýtt á Senda.
Já, þú ert einmitt einn af þeim vangefnu Reynir. Ef einhver væri jafn huglaus og þú...
Þetta er léleg? Hvurslax setning er þetta?
Reynir er lélegur. Líka leiðinlegur og fáránlegur.
[Horfir á með athygli. Kannske springur Ívar vegna þess að Tigra er með klær...]
Tigra: Nei, ljeleg tegund af legi er eigi ljeleg heldur ljelegleg. 'Ljeleg' hefur allt aðra merkingu.
Þú sleppur í þetta sinn. Aðallega vegna þess að ég skil ekkert hvað þú ert að tala um.
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