Stirred together, mashed up
Overdone on April 19, 2026.
Logorrhea. Bend the hotdog. Break the sausage. Dent the can. Kick the can. Kick the can down the road. Finish the paragraph. Lightly, finish this paragraph. Kick the hotdog. Kick the dog. The dog barks. Bark back. Logorrhea.
Word salad. A word salad with lettuce, tomato, a nice vinaigrette, and croutons each shaped like one of Herman’s Hermits. The vinaigrette tastes strange and smells even stranger—and is spelled even stranger than that! A word salad should not have too many croutons; they break the teeth. Especially if the croutons are actually small pebbles painted to smell like bread. Word salad.
Stir it together. Who doesn’t get diarrhea logorrhea when eating a salad full of bacteria-laden lettuce? I don’t. Because I tied off my large intestine back in ’89 and I haven’t taken a dump since! (I bet you think I’m lying. Well… I am.)
Mash it up. Words follow words follow more words. Sprinkle in a few punctuation marks—a period here, a comma there, add another comma, put you in a coma. Exclamation points are so passé, so overdone. Bonk the dog, pass the poodle. Add a semicolon so it sounds like you have a PhD in typography. Choose a good font. A nice, stable font. Like Comic Sans. Drink piss-water beer to go with it. Comic Sans is the Bud Light of fonts.
No, it’s the Twinkie of fonts. But what is a Twinkie? Some people think it’s cake. But I think it’s made out of aliens.