Wednesday, July 27, 2011
To Do
Looks like it's time to clean the Remington. The typebars on that thing strike so hard and do a real number on the ribbon and the legibility.
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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.
at least the cat figures in this.
ReplyDeleteYou need to get your head back in the game and finish your Buster Posey romance novel. Step to it.
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