In Response to One Person's Misspelling Satire as Satyr

Marvel at the luxurious curls of mine Goat Pants.

Witness my spritely galumphing 'bout the meadow, pitching
grapes at Fauna and Flora alike.

Cringe when a sound akin to a cannon filled with sour
cream infused gourds explodes in the glen...sending
the impromptu Woodland Pep Rally scattering for the
safety of nearby boles while simaltaneously inflating
said Goat Pants into a simulation of some odd Taxidermist's
macarbe idea of a Balloon Animal at a Circus for the Damned.

I darst not confess that my grape-heavy diet is to blame.


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