FOG DOOD aka DOG FOOD

IT'S THAT DOODY BLOG AGAIN.  OR SHOULD I SAY...BLOODY DOG.  AND THOSE LOT AT CHANNER LAIR STIFT DON'T HELP EITHER.  THEY ARE THE USELESS COUSINS OF THE STANNER CHAIR LIFT COMPANY.  THEY SELL FOG DOOD INSTEAD OF DOG FOOD.  THEY ALSO EMPLOY MANY TUCKING FRUCKERS.  THEY DISTRIBUTE MUCH NEEDED NUMANITARIAN HEED, TO ALL THOSE PARVING STEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD TODAY.  I'D HATE TO TRY MY HAND AT EATING FOG DOOD.  I THINK I MAY'VE ONCE TRIED TO EAT FROZEN APPLE CORN DOGS.  NOT NICE, I CAN TELL YOU. 

THERE IS A WOMAN THAT HAS A SON.  HIS NAME IS SIR TELEPHONE STUTTER CLOCK.  HE ONCE HAD A BIRTHDAY ON A THURSDAY, ALONG WITH DR MURPHY.  SO DR MURPHY HAS A BIRTHDAY ON A THURSDAY.  BUT MRS RANDY COOKING OIL SET FIRE TO HER HUSBANDS BEDSOCKS.  SHE HAD LEFT THE LAVA LAMP TOO NEAR TO HIS JAM-PYAS.  ITS A VERY STRANGE WORLD IN WHICH WE LIVE IN.  NO WONDER I GET SO CONFUSED WITH THIS ILLUSION CALLED LIFE.  I SUPPOSSE YOU HAVE TO PRAY TO SOMETHING OUT THERE, IN ORDER TO SAVE US FROM OUR INSANITY.

WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT SIR RANDOLF WIBBLEDASH WOULD VISIT US.  BUT HE ACTUALLY DID.  THEN I NOTICED A GIANT CLOCK IN ONE OF MY DREAMS.  IT BELONGED TO A FUN FAIR FAMILY.  THEY SAID THEY HAD TO DISMANTLE IT, AND TAKE IT AROUND THE WORLD WITH THEM, EVERYWHERE THEY GO.  THE GIANT CLOCK HAD TO BE DISMANTLED ONTO TWO LOADS.  A LORRY AND A TRAILER.  THEN I WENT FOR A WALK UP IN THE HILLS, DOWN THERE.  I GOT BACK TO CAR, TO PUT MY SANDWICHES ON MY FEET.  IT SHOULD'VE BEEN THE OTHER WAY AROUND.  I WANTED TO EAT THE SANDWICHES.  BUT I EAT MY WALKING BOOTS INSTEAD.  AND IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHATEVER YOU PUT INTO YOUR MOUTH.