Friday, March 12, 2010
Day Forty-One
If I had to spell 'cat' fifty times in a row, and I couldn't 'F' it up once, under punishment of getting my fingers broken, I'd be screwed. If I had to speak a thousand words but not drop one 'F-Bomb, under punishment of getting my foot slammed in a car door, I'd be limping. So, I can't spell and I have a foul mouth, what does that really mean anyway?
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