important noteasser -- SKUNKVILLE SAGA no longer CHEXMixes ITS WERD SPILLINGS ARE NO LUNGER CHEXMIXED & FIXED EVEN IF PHONEY AS SANTANA CLAWSE'S 25 GALLOON BELLY ON ...THAT'S RIGHOT.... LIKE FIXED LICHEN LICKING & PHOO!LINGThe Corntuckerley DURBY BETTARS AND The HECKHOLE AND &  JERKYL likeTHAT!!!!!!!) CHEXMIXED  RELIABLE UNDENIABLY CORE-WRECKTED SPELLING RESOURCES LIKE THE NOT DAT KNEE!! BUTT LIKE THE DIZ NEIGH    (ATTENTION...ATENTSION ;; ANTENASCION....ART THAR A HOARSE SCREAMING DOCTOR IN THIS HOERSEHOUSE!!??   SKUNKVILLE SAGA  material is amidst current content, not at bitterd end....sorry!...) 

Hello, ladies & gentlemen, as swell as select boys & girls (i.e., bobhopefully well-mannered good-listeners and over age 15 1/2 --  and if not -- hopefully accompianoed by a parent, teacher, preacher, or uther ulder/wiseguyier OR BUDNOWISERWITHAGEBIERDRINKMORER!!! siblink or pianist or guzzler, or muzzler, or puzzeler....(the crowed intended to to steer the home boys or 'cheer' them back in the right direction, e.g., as represented by cultural standouts even in the rain like Barbie Magazine, Wiffleball Stars Digest, anything associated with Chief Loving Kindness or Mary Mary Never Yet Contrary! 

Regular readers of elderly, doddering, basically harmless & perennially good-natured if corny and dim-witted and brain-slobbering Mr. Walter Brown's epic and ground-breaking asswell as wind-breaking ('PU-ey!!') but sweat-natured comedyspepsia, The Skunkville Saga (aka The Skunkville Stinker; also aka aka as The Skunkvile Sagga or Sagger, and even The Skunkville Sogga, Skunkstink Smogassbroad/boared/bored, or Endless Fogey Fogga in Bogga of Nonsense with no (0 or zero) Way Out nor any engaging/sympathetic offsettling Redeeming Qualities, Moments, or Take-Aways, other than (Thank <Force of Your Choicet, r.g.> that I have put that Web of Endless Confusion & Banality down and have vowed to all my ancestors whom I remembler or have documentation of, all the back to Atom & Eva...sorry if I have misspelled their names in my doctor-prescribed benefishole drug haze and.or.a. wooley, dodderly cornfusion and all my future postcessors not yet of earth that I WILL NEVER AGAIN TASTE  OF THE BITTER FRUIT OF THE BITTER BROWN FRUIT...  THE VILE & ACCURS-ED (if only of terminal silliness = timewastingleness) SKUNKVILLE SAGA again... Yes....yes....I mean it this time...not like the last time or the dozens of times beforet... THIS TIME IS FOR REAL, FOR EVERY CHIP IN THE TABLEAUX....  Plus I will warn every one I know aswell as all those whom I don't know AROUND THE WHIRLED all those (or ThEm) whom I don't know in THE 4 INNER PLANTETTES (Madame MerCurie, Lovely but Treacherous Venous, MarsBar) of what I would call its mind-rotting or, at yeast, mind-rattling miasma!!!! ....  But of courset, as a man of principle, I bear no special venom -- really no poisonal or personal venom whatsoever -- twards misguided entertainer Walter J. Brown, who is trying to do good and cheer people up with an unending barrage of  jokes or, as we say in our state, yokes.....but instead.... is wreaking a Wrecking Bole of Confusoin.  Cofnusino.  Conic Wave Fusion....  Well, sorry, folks....  It's been a while..... since I ate.... and said I love you, every last unkinown one 'a ye!!......

But before you take such final, vinyl measures , our good friend & legal/ethical/advisor  justin Case would say: 'For children under age 30 whom have had the experience of accidentally stumbling and then reading -- before they have any idea what they're doing!! --Have at least one of their parents or other experienced relatives or guardians who are still alive, preferably a more responsible & stable one, usually a female, quickly skim the  Skunkville section they accidentally consumed and then try to explain to them in your own words and using your own feelings why it might be best if they eschew The Skunkville Saga now and forever more.  A child or childs or even children tend to be undiscriminating (i.e., nit jnowing which items are 'a crime' to read, often right from the sleazy or cornfusing  beginning chapter....after the completion of which, if completion occurs, or even nut, the child often responds:  'Holy xxxx, mom & dad, I didn't realize how this this sorry storey really eats the big one'  AND 'makes me really hate reading & potty-minded adult writers as well suspectacle ALL adults now &  all everything that isn't clearly pure & goody-goody-2-shoes & fun and wholesome to read at the same time at oncet....As we're liable of being gypped worst then the Ejypshuns of our wholesome, whole-grain lives by reading something bad, with bad words, and showing unadmissionable pictures of body parts that are never to be seen or heard or even tetched accidentally...like by the dentist by mistaker!'

Another child gasps: Like all i really wanna do is  just wash every litter bit of this story outa my my-ind and NEVER have to read anything so boring and creepy and gross again UNTIL AFTER THE END OF TIME.....when the tombs of everyone will fly open and many will fly twards Heaven City, while uthers will burrow a chovel frum their pare-ants to dig for Val Halavah, where everything is like honey and delicious seeds....an endless supply....and people thrive in a Halaven that is every bit as good as the other!!   Incidentally, they tought us in school today exactly WHEN the END-O-TickTock is most likely to come...It's almost a sure thing... It'll be SO EXCITING when it comes if I can only live thet longated!!!'  then they can read it only if your mind can fairily  say: 'Go ahead, it's no werse then the shxt (rxcuse me! typo alert)...I meant to say it's no warse than the crap that seems to have just fallen straight out of the craphole that you wutch on TV!!!, Sparky! 

' (Now...for a male child), you can use the same wording exscept use ''Buttercup' to address a female child, also replacing the 'crxp' reference with the less vulgar and more ladylike 'plopple'  for your belov-ed, dainty, field-hockey-playing distaff children!'

At this juncture in the proceedings,  please allow me to introduce myself, as a person generally and gentlemanly known as Skylar Worthington IV Esq. ...I'm a man of great academic experience in the world of epic fiction.... and thus well-pre-parroted to be YOUR (butnut necessarily uther less fortunato readers)  regular  host for this and all future Skunkville episodes.... if I am lucky enuff to have that grande'-sized  pleazure (and am not quickly & summarily fired by you in a blog reader protest action or fired by authorial autocrat Walt Brown) or Delmer Phillips, acting Pesident of the Blahhggh Divizion of Delphi Forump and/ or any of ther Delphi Forump execs  for some baseless as a rolling globe raisin d'etre.....  All this Starting with today's  thrilling, mind-boghole-ing or some might say slightly less enthusiastickily, this mind-bunghole-ing  episode!

Feel free to reach me at Skylar Worthington, one of my aliasses,  at any time of the day or night via yahoo.com..... with any questions, concerns, cumplainants, or other commints.... The spicier, the dicier, the sweeter, the fleeter, the more mouth-watering the better as I am an individual who thrives on challenge and controversy and personal attacks!!

I'll read them all, some of them multiple times if they tickle my fancy or cause my temperature to rise.....Skunkville readers frum around the world as well as 'intelligent aliens' (terribly derogatory description of our fellow sentient races in the universe that regularly cruise Earth's Internet, seeking opportunities for jobs, new ideas for their own worlds, and for many of whom we bug-eyed believe are much heavier & more devoted readers of Skunkville than the lightweight, media-choked  bipedile Earthlings!)  ....While threw-out the perhaps slightly less discerning, more media-starved domainus beyondus there is noisy, rowdy rejoicing when'ere Mr. Brown releases still another clanking, backfiring  stinkler (in the eyes of earthlingks, anyhow)  of an episode, apparently aided much more than we ever realized by Edna's WPOV in the creative process as swell as her lucious figure and  spicy cooking -- which gives Walt his terrific get up and go.....to a-go-go (Walt, rising quickly frum the dinner table... 'excuse me, dear, I forgot I need to get goin' a GO-GO!!') ahs quickly ahs possible to the 'go-go' OR 'head' to unload his blatter or werset...

Some alien authors-to-be copying our copyrided episodes werd by werd in their LaN9w!d9e  and also burrowing Walt's (actually a team of talonted professionals, with Walt offering occasional unwanted advize, which we the reel riters on the sturm  usualerly ignore...threatening, brandishing serious weaponry, staplers, shoes, empty beer bottuls, paper weights, etc., finally backing & packing Walt off and soon out of the heavy metal inpenetrouble...We, the new writing squadron,, the 73rd batallion to try this most miserable pussible writing jib, trying to mimic to a silk degree Walt's idiotsyncrackpotic stile in order nut to lose the loyal readers while gaining millions, nay perchance billions of new ones counting Earth plus the rest of the Univverse as well as infinitude of Parallelpiped Universes -- so as to maximize revenue and up our own take home maybe 10%-20% max --   anyhow, frenetic, stomach-churning werk, always fearing ztill anuther episode where less than five readers show up in a long week.... 2 or 3 of those immediately leaping up onto the Web to alert the whirled to AVOID SKUNKVILLE EPISODE XXXX at any and/or all Bob Costas's .....

But we canine't foreget the gamy but still bright +significans+ of the dowderly couples' two, married, English- & Freshnch speaking, pro-world-trade and voters' rights daschunds, Fiddles (clean-cut, ambitious, go-getter <of thet ball!> male) and lovely, alluring Piddles (...probably just a nip sharper and more resourceful than her more acrowbiotic pardner  Fiddles).