User:Brogo13

Never mix a metaphor you can puree.

“I ain’t free. I’s a spensive.”

“Way [way] back in the day I was on a team of ‘writers’ in the Army: triple-spaced drafts,
which we c/e’d for each other and – unless nearly perfect so the colonel would ^COULD
send it directly to the typing pool – re-typed. And re-typed. Manually.”

Ctrl+f and me's been shittin' in the tall cotton,
wipin' with the top leaves. Yanno,
unwrappin' ellipses
... 'n such.