Writer's Cramp
Really, I have no idea why I agreed to contribute to Eastcliff Richard's new publication The Isle of Thanet Gazunder. I've spent so much time typing, my right arm has gone to sleep.
The celebrity twit asked me if I would be interested in writing a regular column about crime and security. The last time I had anything to do with police work, the hunt was still on for Jack the Ripper. Oh well, anything to oblige.
posted by The Angina Monologues @ 11:24 am
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And for the ladies? How would they acquire a numb front bottom?
Maybe while they're fixing up my football sized hernia they could take out a rib or two?
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