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Originally Posted by Critteranne
Now somebody needs to write "The Forge of Goo." 
My paperback copy of Dune had foil lettering that got worn after use, so after a while, people thought I was reading "Dunf." |
I'm on it:
It was the kind of gooey day when chewing gum sticks to the bottom of your shoes. After a while, your shoes themselves start to stick to the sidewalk with a maddening persistence, like a former lover you can't get rid of. That kind of day.
I was headed for my office in LA when
she bumped into me.
"Are you Bart Bartson, the private dick?"
"I've been called worse," I said.
She had the kind of body that would make a Pug blush.
etc.....etc...etc.