A prominent writer for satirical website, TheSpoof.com has openly admitted that he has finally run out of ideas.
The writer, who we can't name here, because he is a witless Manchester United supporting buffoon, was allegedly at the very end of his tether, but not in a David Carradine way.
In sweltering heat and almost intolerable humidity here in the UK, we managed to track the writer down to his home address.
Answering the door, the writer, looking unkempt, unshaven, and smelling strongly of alcohol, told us:
"It's true. I'm sorry. I've done over 600 stories for the Spoof, and I've just run out of ideas. It's so hard to aspire to being consistently creative. It's physically and mentally draining. I've just about had it."
At which point the writer had to be physically supported by a family member, but not before someone who identified herself as Mrs Skoob told us:
"Ignore him. He's just tired and a bit hungover. He isn't finished. Once he starts twatting on, you can't shut the bastard up. He'll be back. Don't you worry your head."
We then retreated to a safe distance. With Mrs Skoob's parting shot being:
"Jackson! It was suicide! He topped himself I tell ya!"
More sad tragic news from Skoob Mansions as we get it.
