So, instead of you know, writing a dang review of the Blue Like Jazz movie, which I seen last, which was all kinds of awesome. Some skinny toehead (how does he see?) kid from Arkansas says I need to pimp his book. (Does it has pictars?) Or something. I’m not sure.
This cat–cat?–thought he was mostly a person, or some such. Anyway, he writ a book last year called Words & Sentences. Well, like, d’oh! What else would be in a dang book?
Now I guess he’s got another
turd stinking book about his People Magazine collection, or leastways–the way I hear it–it’s got some dang letters in it that this skinny/cat/person/toehead writ to them folk what’s showed in People Magazine.
Anyway, if you wants yer chance to win some doggone prizes, click here.
You’ll be glad you did. Or not.
*By law I’m obliged to tell yous that none gerbils, nor any Tarvers, was harmed in the writings of this blogpostthing.
Happy gooderer Friday, y’all!