We haven't looked into the editor's errata file for a while ... now seems like a good time.
I think I'll stick with the smell of cookies, thank you very much ...
We may need some remedial training in child care before the show goes on ...
Do as I say, not as I do ...
Getting all those feathers out of the system will improve airflow, too ...
I wonder what it could have been ...
The elephant's ragged breathing was a giveaway ...
Here's your salad, Mr Fields ...
I usually just flush and walk away ... who needs an app? ...
What else can I say? ...
Nothing like a wild codpiece, is there? ...
Have you found any wonderful signs or examples of terrible editing? Send them to der(underscore)blogmeister(at)yahoo(dot)com, and I'll give you a shout if I use it in a future post.
Don't forget to cast your votes* for Ass Clown of the Year ... time's running out!
Have a good day. More thoughts coming.
Bilbo
* And your friends' votes, and your family's votes, and your pets' votes. Chicago Rules apply.
That's a hazard of slow dancing with a boar!
ReplyDeleteMetamucil if needed before; an app afterward for the constipated?
Stop twerking while you're at it.
ReplyDeletePigs need to think pure thoughts; or maybe think of Roseanne Barr in a bikini.
ReplyDeleteOnly you would know about a codpiece. Now I'm going to have to ask for one for Christmas.
ReplyDeleteSome codpieces were padded during Elizabethian times. It made the wearers look like they were half-erect.
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