User:Brogo13

Never mix a metaphor you can puree.

“I ain’t free. I’s a spensive.”

Way back in the day (note wings, ARCOM, and third GCM) I was on a team of "writers" in the Army.
We c/e'd each other's triple-spaced drafts and – until nearly perfect so the colonel would ^COULD
send them 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.