Smith-Corona PWP 3.
Might be better off in foster care.
What I say, "I love it!"
What I mean, "Fucking clunky piece of garbage!"
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All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan. Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis. All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
A Prolific Literary Output
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2009
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October
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- The Lonely Skeleton
- Dirty Dirty Limericks
- Opium Sex in the Scorpion Tank
- Strawberry Jarritos Anger
- A letter from the man who sends you Valpak Coupons
- Dinosaur-Volcano Stamp Kava Kava Fight
- Scorpions and Typewriters and Melons, Oh My!
- Our Newest Child
- Shakespeare's Monkeys
- Another Dirty Limerick
- The important questions
- The quick brown...
- Last Will and Testament
- Common misinterpretations that led to massive phen...
- I used to be a High School Chess Coach...
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October
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All letters are approved of by the Sovereign Republic of Belugastan's Typewriter Politburo and subsequently placed in the Outbox, to be delivered to neighboring states.
Queries from all parties may be directed to the Grand Vizier:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
SamuelRaphael at Gmail dot Com
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