So I is heer to tells yu that Floyd—I calls him Floyd—has nevr akshullee lived in the forist. We thingk he wuz bornd in Chynr, an caymed to us throo ships and traynz an big truks, an then a famblee wift a littul kid whu wuz orfullee cayrless.
So Floyd (Yah, I noe he keep sayin, “Mai naym not Floyd!”), he cleerlee is onlee reel fer a givn value of “reel.”
An Mom sez, “Huh, so lik the rest of us then?”
I hayts it wen Mom get all trikee like that, speshullee wen I still gots no plot fer mai blog.
Aneewae, Happy Shaykspeer’z birftdae!