Archenemiesist Vanquishmentation Theory. Grrrrrrr.
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“Hello, is this the college administration office? My name is Randolph D, and somehow I was mistakenly placed in Mistress Livvie’s class for . . . who’s Mistress Livvie? Oh, I’m sorry, I meant Professor Eivvil, but that’s what she forces all students to call her; Mistress Livvie. I’m sure that’s a violation of more than one rule, regulation or law, but I digress. The purpose of my call is that I’d like to be transferred out of there, please. Hold on, better yet, I want out of this campus entirely, transfer me all the way to an out-of-state school. Grrrrrrr.”
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Applied Vegemitus Eradication. Grrrrrrr.
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“And now turning from the international and national stories to Melbourne’s local news. A man who was semiconscious yet suffering from no visible injury or visible wound was discovered wandering the Melbourne streets today and was then rushed to a local mental hospital for psychiatric evaluation. He is positively identified as being an American by the name of Randolph D Randall, yet Australian Immigration Officials can find no record of his lawful entry into Australia, nor is it known where or how he arrived in Melbourne. Even though no one at the United States Embassy wished to go on record or appear on camera, anonymous sources there deny any immediate plans to either accept Randall back into the United States, nor to even verify his citizenship in that country. In his delirious state, Randall babbles on incoherently about having been kidnapped in his native United States just last evening, and transported to Australia by what he described as an Aussie nicknamed ‘The Referee of the Opera’. Randall also blurted out that the motive for the alleged kidnapping is ‘induction by injection’, whatever that means. Hospital authorities ensure us that Randall is receiving the best treatment possible by being placed under the care of a specialist in dealing with Yanks with mental problems, one Doctor Trals. In a race to cure Randall , Doctor Trals has prescribed a daily regimen of Vegemite-based meals, guacamole facial mud packs, and several hours per day in mayonnaise baths either until full recovery or until the doctor deems the patient ready to rejoin normal society. Although retired, Doctor Trals graciously volunteered both his services and his expertise in the case of this particular patient. Not a lot is known about the good doctor’s history except that he’s an avid cricket fan and an award-winning singer of Wagner’s best works . . . hey, wait a second . . . “
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Finding a cure for Avocadonesis and Guacamoleonusis. Grrrrrrr.
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Randy D: “Why, Lord? Why me? I say my prayers, I donate to Charity (she fell while pole-dancing and can’t work for a week), I pay my taxes and my tithes, I don’t kick puppies or kittens, I escort old ladies across the street (well, ok, I’ve led a few of them to my place, I admit that), I no longer collect knock-off tildes, I only go to Minneapolis every three to four weeks now instead of every six to eight days, I have cut back on my monthly quota of grammar citations issued, I try my best not to force avocado trucks off the roads, so why me, Lord? Why must I be subjected to the wrath of that Villianess of all Villianeses, the Queenpin of Pain and Suffering, the Sorcereress of AntiRanditism, Livvie the Eivvil One? Grrrrrrr.”
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Dysfunction of Mayonnaisetic Popularity in Modern Society. Grrrrrrr.
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Grammatical Errorneurology. Grrrrrrr.
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Reversal of Harmful Filing of Frivolous, Repetitive and Needless Restraining Orders that Restrict the Free Expression of Love Lust for One’s One and Only (Minnesota specificity). Grrrrrrr.
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