Popeyed I look at the goil with the olive complexion and the ink drips like oil from the well of my fountain pen.
It was always the goil that Bluto desired as Wimpy ate burgers looking awfully tired.
Though Popeyed I tried to make Bluto see that the goil in question was the goil for me.
Lliving a cartoon is like life on the moon where there's no air to breathe, but being here where the atmosphere is rare unlike the burgers that Wimpy won't share is fine.
The goil is mine and if I eats my spinach there will come a time when I knock Bluto out.
(It always sounds like goil to me when Popeye says it.