SIR REGINALD AND THE HOLIER THAN THOW CAT

SIR REGINALD AND THE HOLIER THAN THOW CAT.
[read the first post first]
While giving his wife moral support as she swallow a metric ton of nutrisystem and enjoying the classical works of weird Al Yankolvik sir Reggae noticed that the neighbors pompous wind bag cat was defiling his shrubbery.  In a less than peachy mood he yelled, "get off my londscapping you obese excuse for a sub protozoa." Then he chucked his wife's tennis racket of a shoe, and missed by 3/11ths of a cubic centimeter.  The cat just glared at him.  Not like a regular glare more like a who is this village fool who dares address the highest authority the in land, king muffins.  Just then a 2 foot tub of lard with a sponge bob backpack holding enough lunch to feed the 5000 said, "get away from my kitty you uh.. dumb face." 
"What are you gonna do, sit on me."
"I hate your guts."
"Well I hate your gall bladder."
[it just got real]
Then the talking melon charged but bumped into a lawn flamingo.  He was up and charging again in 46 seconds flat.  He attempted to kick Reggae in the shin but to his unpleasant surprise sir Reggae was wearing his lucky witch king knee brace.  Then his neighbor came out in his footsie pajamas with a baton.  He ran inside scared as bull frog full of sodypop.  Then he drew mean pictures of his neighbors to make himself feel better.
By Mark