Cow stinkies!

Elks.

Fartady Jums! How good to see yous again!
Filo Stumms, well! Be it in front of me person?
Watah!
And how be thyne self this funcular day?
All smooth and hairless! And thyne body and soul?
Guts for garters!
What is of latest musings then?
Ah! Yes! Musings I have had in abundance and of clearness.
Do tell! Do tell!
Well it be this: zodiacal signs are aged and old-hattish. Doesn't one think so?!
Well, comes to think of this...yes, it seems so. Doogie Howsers and all.
Precisely! And so it partook unto mine self to update and modernise, and complete did'st I.
Ooh! Excitement brewing! Carry on!
Well, as you know well, I am of the old fashioned Aries...
Know I well!
Aries being of old fashionedness is replaced by Tarfinkels. What's does thyne mind think?
It think it is splendid! And what of mine old fashioned Taurus?
Oh, tis easy. Busbus!
Ooooh! Wonderful! And Scorpio of our mutual aquaintance, Bums Friday?
Bums Friday is henceforth Sistassle!
Delightful! Let us carry forth in a meandering style to the 'Beans of wonder' and ena Java while I appreciate the rest of the new Zodiac!
Well right it is on the spot! But before we do so I must explain that Zodiac itself is also in replacement. It shall be known henceforth as 'The Tims'.
Ohh! luvery! Walk this way.
I shall.