Why you don't get published.
That made my morning, and I haven't had coffee yet. Not an easy feat.
OH! Poor Papa. (Although I do believe he'd get a gruff kick outta this one.)
Unchosen captions:I can live with you sleeping with my wife, but...rejecting my manuscript? You bastard! --MatthewThat's it -- I'm not serving you anymore, pal. --anon.Jesus! That hurt! Tom Cruise, you ain't. --anon.I see what you did there... --anon.That ain't no Slush Puppie, you goddamn fraud... --wo... like this. Make sure you keep your hips in line and perpendicular to the floor. Now you try.--Mother Re(produces)..."The Emperor's New Barstool?" What kind of dumbass books are you editing? No wonder you're working as a barman. --Mother Re(produces)...I mussht be drunk. Do yer know who I think you look like? --writtenwyrddI said strawberry daiquiri! Not "query, get back to me"! --Aimee Maher
You're a genius, Anon.The only person I cared about in A Farewell to Arms was the baby. Catherine was a really bad mother, and I have a hard time feeling sorry for a character who drinks and smokes while pregnant. Even if they didn't know it was that bad then.And if I gave away the ending... well, I'm honestly not that sorry.
Aw, shucks.Actually, plotted on a bell curve, I'm probably closer to Idiot Savant.Well, Idiot anyway.
A ha ha ha ha ha ha.
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