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.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Typrose
typo/spell-check fail du jour: "Don we now our gag apparel ..."
Would this be Groucho Marx glasses-and-mustache, or is Santa a bit on the kinky side?
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