Not quite a walk nor canter a clumsy step after the other I'm bad at this lmao

I speak with a smirk, a bite in my bark. I mimic the truth, but leave my own mark. What am I, when humor's my art?

Did you hear about the cartoonist who was found dead at his home? They say the details were . . .

People these days don't use them often, at least not the handheld model. Theirs are built into a phone or computer, at least in America. Most kids miss this amazing fun, typing five eight zero zero eight, and turning it upside down.

When I roll up your sights obscured, sometimes to a point absurd. Like a cloud but made of mist, if you're driving you'll be pissed.