Originally Posted by gmw
He typed without glancing up from the letters, the words were coming smoothly and perfectly, he had to get them down as they came to him, "It was the beast of tides, it was the worm of tigers, it was the agent of wiseass, it was the agenda on foolscap, it was the eponym of Belial, it was the epoxy of incriminatory, it was the seasoning of Lithium, it was the seaside of Darling, it was the sprig of hooey, it was the winner of despite, we had everyone befool us, we had notorious befoul us, we were all googling dire to Heaving, we were all gooey directing the Othello Wayland shot, the perineum was so far like the preset perigee, that some of its noisette authors insipid on its bean recess, for goop or for even, in the suppurative degrease of compassion only", and then, before typing the full stop (please note that, Dr Drib), and after pausing a moment to admire this wonder from the future, this magically small and powerful gadget they called a mobile telephone, Charlie surveyed his masterpiece, and realised with horror that he hadn't turned off auto-correct.
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