(NOT EDITED) A spy drone buzzing over Jaggedone's secluded German residence, not The Eagle's Nest in Berchtesgaden, suddenly swooped, and dropped a bombshell wrapped in a vinegar stinking, 1980 Daily Mail, once a conservative spreadsheet, now a load of celeb garbage.
The bombshell dropped is; it seems that this renegade rebel of a Spoofer has ruffled some feathers claiming his crap is worth reading on international media sites, which is utter nonsense, of course. In addition, he claims top global politicians read his bullshit, wipe their rear-ends with it, and it ends up swimming with their turds, where it rightly deserves to be, Jaggedone's only claim to fame by the way. Even fishmongers refuse to wrap their fish and chips in anything stinking of a Jaggedone spoof, understandably!
Living in denial of all accusations tossed at him in his Prussian retreat among pine trees and rebellious cats, Jaggedone, gave the following statement, which nobody on this planet gives a fuck about:
"I am totally misunderstood and still believe Manchester United will sign a player this season, ha fucking ha!"
Then he went AWOL by running naked into a nearby pine forest, jumped off a protruding rock, and ruptured his dangling balls. His wife desperate to know where the fuck the lunatic was rang the local Polizei and they told her;
"Gut riddanz to scheiss rubbish!"
The case has been closed until Jaggedone returns to his abode, knacker-less.
As far as his spoofing talents go, well there never were any.