A man with long, greasy hair, green teeth, baggy pinstripe trousers with braces and white plimmies. He sneaks around on farmland waiting for a cow to drop a pat. Slavering with excitement he drops his pants and swivels his bare arse on the still-warm bovine pancake whilst making high-pitched mooing sounds.
Its amazing how many methanical pancake swivellers you see on a sunny day.
A profane invitation whereas the one doing the inviting is flipping a most vulgar bird to illustrate how the invitee might wish to sit on it while spinning.
I have a most brilliant suggestion for you my dear: why don’t you just perch and swivel on this?
Usually seen on blogs and other comment sites, a swivel rant is little more than an angry run down of points/issues/people you wish to tell to go swivel.
"Did you get a response to your proposal on your blog?"
"Yeah, but nothing constructive, just a swivelrant"