I Absconded With Reader Rabbit Peter To Celebrate Saint Patricks Day

I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Ah Sheik Hog - Ho! One "FAKE" Wingman think Monty Python's Flying Circus skittering on thin ice - Skidamarink a dink, a dink... hither and yon, to and fro Via O'hare To Dublin y'know Cuz, The Leprechaun within me, no spring chicken bro, nevertheless oz offer friendship in toto good day to thee with cheerful adieu. Though nowhere to be found despite search team loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere, asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants informing observer with seedy, faux debonair, and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne (Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear factor accepting (blood bonded) brotherhood till death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99% grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability, inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware shackling one generation after another, an outright outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism where stark difference between rich and poor unfair, especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow, which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.