Whirk is No Longer a Four-Letter Word
That’s me (more or less) on the left. I’m writing this while watching Mystery Science Theater 3000, so it’s a
little hard to concentrate on what I’m writing.
In the past I listened to Jazz while writing because anything with
vocals in it distracted me from my own words.
But now I just don’t care. I’m
the boss and I declare how things are done.
The machine my crooked-toothed redneck accuser is riding is an
infantosnake. Cameras record the
encounter. Don’t pick your nose.
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