Those fucking embossed covers have killed more people than cancer.
You could always shift the Maccers business plan from rambling tales of heartache and hangover to sperm bank for the blogerati.
"spermbank.blogspot.com" is not occupied as of this writing.
I was with you right up until the Forsythe saga, then you lost me.
Yeah I actually meant Flambards.
Weak British miniseries, infidelity and trashy mass market paperbacks? You better perk up quickly or I'm going to go out for a walk and forget to return. I prefer "The OC" to Upstairs, Downstairs.
No, no. I didn't say I "liked" it. I said I "licked" it. I had been inhaling speed off the cover of the thing in the airplane restroom, and residue got stuck between the letters.
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