From one hoity toity bogan to the indigent lot it concerns.

Bewildered ginks I loathe, if you got the sangfroid moxie to read about me then let me quell your incursion in a jiffy. As I am most likely delegated to do so.
There ain't much to know about the little dross I portray myself as. I am just a nuisance and a frivolous loser teeming with bilge. Possibly even inundated with it. Like being carked at the dunny, metaphorically speaking. I'm just one silly schatzi that tends to preach elongated yarns which contains nothing but crud & japery. One that mostly frolic at the kangaroo court with the other sussed dupes. I've done myself a life long stint with bad fiscal responsibilities, strange hoo-ha and got misophonia to abject silence. Other than that kind of jit-rag I got a lukewarm interest in adonitology. Slighty culpable of lobbying in the edifice of opulence. Though I tend to fall flat with malapropism and non sequiturs. My favorite war crimes were committed in Yugoslavia, rank stuff were meted and abetted. Got some foibles here and there but it's mostly blasé.
Leaving that aside I have schlepped with pointless wordsmithing and all that jazz. Alas let's just truncate and segue to the last lines of this razzmatazz.

Hitherto I've basked you in my proverbial perambulator with jagged wheels, a bumpy ride for the caboose to dazzle through with your pacifier to placate those luscious lips. I'd like to think I am leaving you with every question denuded and that we have concaved a path to profound knowledge of eachother. Maybe you're even inoculated by my hooey drivel; but I think you've heard enough. You are manumitted from this text and I fervently hope your jaunting life is filled with hoot & chooks.
Or if that doesn't suffice; sit in some orgone accumulator.