Inside my skeleton lives a little boy who likes to write dirty words. He also likes to punch old people. I figured I better get him a pen.
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Farting Keyboard
AsI writethis, I am farting.
In orderto allowasmooth exitfortheassvapors, I lean slightly to the left; raising my rightbuttcheek. This, inturn, putsaslight increase in pressureto the keysthat I strikewith my left hand.
I have written my life story on several small scrolls, placed them in bottles and released them into the sea. If you are truly interested in knowing more about me, go to the beach and wait.
In the meantime, here are some dirty words...
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