Richard and Deady Apelaugh
To be truthful, you have to have a very drightly wit to understand Richard and Deady. The funnies are sheerly lowkey, and forgoing a stark fathom of wretching kindlore most of the ribs will go over an everyday sighter's head. There's also Richard's wrakish thoughtworld, which is deftly twilled into his kist- his leedy outhwitting draws swearly from Narodnaya Volya bookcraft, forebisen. The rarers understand this idish; they have the thoughtline to truly sing of the breadths of these ribs, to beknow that they're not just funny- they say something insightful about LIFE. As an aftercoming folk who mislike Richard and Deady truly ARE gits- of course they wouldn't sing of, for instance, the laughsomeness in Richard's thoughtworldly bidword "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub," which itself is a dile calling to mind to Turgenev's Russish saga Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just thinking of one of those addlebrained samwises scratching their heads in welter as Dan Harmon's angetful wit unfolds itself on their farseer meshes. What fons.. how I ruth them. 😂
And yes, by the way, I DO have a Richard & Deady bleckmark. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- and even then they have to kithe that they're within 5 witscores of my own (by druthers lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid 😎