I did. I lost it. It's late in the day. I have stuff to do. My post was on syllables. And self-help. And good books. And now it's gone. I'm pissed right off. No good blooger. No buy. No good. Bye, sly entry, my favourite posting, post of the century. I got served by internal servers serving errors, servants on errands screwing the gentry. Whose sql? Pyra. Php. That's what you get when your service is free. Fucked up blogger. From the heights on you I pee.
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Aw, and I was so itching for the syllables, too!
We should mourn over a pint of Stella. If I don't get out and start drinking soon, all my guilt over doing nothing will be in vain.
Come out to O'Hanlon's for Burton's birthday. We'll be there in ten minutes.
P and I are heading to Bodega I think. Give Burton a pinch from me. That'll go over well.
you said "blooger". i chuckled.
You used to talk like Foghorn Leghorn anyway. Although it was usually when you were imitating the character.
Cut 'n' paste. I did. I wrote in Word, pasted it into Blogger, and then everything crashed. Word. Blogger. The light in the bathroom. Somehow in the confusion the clipboard got voided. It was traumatic.
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