Just a bunch of random stuff for me and my own amusement, actually. My ever-growing collections of what I call "Typrose." A daily listing of the first 5 songs on my MP3 shuffle every morning. My amazingly crappy original fiction, too. Welcome to my obsessions. Feel free to run away, screaming. If not, meh, I warned you.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Anatomical feat
typo/spell-check fail du jour: "... wringing her hands as huge teats ran down her cheeks, she wailed, 'Dear me, no!'"
When standing on my head, I used to resemble that remark.
ReplyDeleteLOL, 'tis true.
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