So there I was, bloggin' away like nobodies business, when what the blog do you think should happen but a bloggin pair o' wapperplons come at me like a tin of sardines in a horse race. You couldn't have written that. It was so unbelievaplonny to the blog times 10 you wouldn't even believe it! So I says I says, 'What the plon?' As you do, then what should happen but only a bunch of sardines fresh from a game of foozball decided to come at me with thier legs all like, 'check out dees legs y'all', and I was like, 'Woah dudes!' But it didn't stop them. They just kept comin' like a bunch of cats stapled together.
Eventually they stopped all that buggering about and let me finish. Which was nice.