Your Dislocation takes you, within the realm of this now-renowned little column, ever further away!
Today I offer you the pleasure of wading through the mud—no, not mud, this resembles it, it’s true, but it isn't.
Imagine floating, struggling, in an extremely long sewer pipe, just after one of those broadcasts which, as we know, are designed to encourage defecation even for those notoriously and notoriously constipated. Well, the sludge in which you are trying to swim, in the dark, in the cold, is not exactly mud, and it has been discharged into the pipe from the lavatories of your fellow citizens who have witnessed the disgraceful TV show.
The characteristic smell should reveal its true nature to you.
And ask the unfortunate companion swimming beside you to be careful not to stir the "waters," as that might cause even a small wave that would force you to drink.

And I suspect that I can offer you more feats of this unjustly forgotten interpreter.

Ho il sesso pronto pronto e il seno gonfio gonfio