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I think June is the month I get the royalties check from my publisher. And I know exactly what I am going to do with that vast wealth coming to me. I'm buying myself two Big Macs and eating them by myself. In celebration. That's the ticket.
So . . . anyone know a good lit agent looking for some hardcore noir? I'm pretty sure I have something for them.
Maynard! What the hell time is it?! F*c$*ng Daylight Savings Times screws around with my one functioning brain cell every goddamn time!!!
Mornin y'all! What kind of crazy-ass dumb fuckery are we about to inflict on the unsuspecting masses today?
Well, Perps. Another wonderful day has slipped by. (If you're breathing, and you still display a pain-in-the-ass attitude toward adversity, it's a wonderful day). Let's do this again tomorrow.
They'd better develop androids to replace our bodies soon. I'm pushing 70, and STILL waiting to hear if I've sold a book to a major publisher. The way it's going, I could be 270 before I hear anything from them.
Quoting a famous actor's words aimed at the Republican Party.
Quote, "Your Dispicable."
The entire Trump-led Republican party. To quote a famous movie star;
"What a bunch of maroons!"