It’s the full moon’s fault!
It’s drawing boiling water to the surface of my mind and causing me to boil!
Frigatty fossil wipes!
That’s why I’m in a grump!
Well pickle my sweenies!
Now it all makes perfect sense!
That’s why the werewolf myth.
I feel a ton lighter at the realisation.
I can slip on mi pinklewickers and my jodhpurs and head out to boogie with the goblins and elven folk now.
Just see if I donut.
I figured it was just April, but it ain’t!
Oh, no yes sirrreeee!
It’s the bloody moon.
Welllllll, away with you, ya chocka-locka-fish wife, with sturdy howdyadoes!
I shall ride the mighty harpy-parpy and find a grinning gringo. I shall pepper the green fields with wine dingalong, I will mosey with dew abandonment.
Just you see if I smote.
Night ya boggletweets!
Simper time calleth!