Cancel The Search Party.
I can't seem to lay hands on a copy of Word/Office/Excel (or The Incredibles, for that matter!), so it looks like I'll have to stash chunks of my awe-inspiring novella right here.
Warning: I swear a lot.
Other Warning: I don't want you reading Word One if you won't comment. Be prepared to justify anything you say (for it can/will be held against you), but stay stiff and we'll be cozy.
Another Warning: I really do swear a lot. I try to avoid that online, but sometimes the MF is all I can type.
Last Warning: Even tin-foil underwear will not save you from the Guthrie radiation.
This shit is for Red, the last bitch on my literary pirate ship. This shit is for the League, my homies from then, now, and forever. Names change, but the mission is still the same. Outdo the other guy, quip mightily, and resist.
I'll start posting stuff in the next 72 hours, as time permits.
I can't seem to lay hands on a copy of Word/Office/Excel (or The Incredibles, for that matter!), so it looks like I'll have to stash chunks of my awe-inspiring novella right here.
Warning: I swear a lot.
Other Warning: I don't want you reading Word One if you won't comment. Be prepared to justify anything you say (for it can/will be held against you), but stay stiff and we'll be cozy.
Another Warning: I really do swear a lot. I try to avoid that online, but sometimes the MF is all I can type.
Last Warning: Even tin-foil underwear will not save you from the Guthrie radiation.
This shit is for Red, the last bitch on my literary pirate ship. This shit is for the League, my homies from then, now, and forever. Names change, but the mission is still the same. Outdo the other guy, quip mightily, and resist.
I'll start posting stuff in the next 72 hours, as time permits.
posted by Thom Guthrie, Bassist and Adventurer at 4:09 PM
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