What do pickpockets and political writers have in common?
One is pursecuted, the other is prose-cuted.
What do pickpockets and political writers have in common?
One is pursecuted, the other is prose-cuted.
Shakespeare tried to get into acting school, but he was bard.
Shakespeare’s play about surprisingly fragrant flatulence, aka All Smells that End Well.
Jane Austen was a fan of online enumeration. Just look at her book, Census and Sensible-IT.
I’m having a Lord of the Rings dinner party! We’re having Hamwise-Sandwichees, with a side of Frodo salad, followed by frog Legolas and Aragorn on the cob. Dessert will be a bowl of mango Saruman and a vodka Gimli.
This week’s hot lit pick: Maybe Dick by Her/Man Melville, with famous opening line “Call me shemale.”
Japanese poetry is dirty. Especially when my girlfriend haikus up her skirt.
A lynch mob chased after a flatulent Thomas Hardy, an incident which inspired his great novel, Fart From the Madding Crowd.
Gregor Samsa woke from uneasy dreams to discover he had become a farm animal. With bronchitis. How bizarre! It was Coughcowesque.
There’s a new upscale periodical for fashionable, flatulent men. It’s called Ass choir Magazine.