Happy Monday folks. This is from my other ramblings over on Routine Matters. Go on. Reblog it. You know you want to. šš¹
I, Writer ā¦ #19
WRITERāS BLOCK FOR SALE ā¦
Writerās Block. I rather liked the sound of that so I ordered one on eBay ā Ā£2.75 + Free postage.
OMG! Cheap or what. I mean, it was coming all the way from bloody China. How they can afford to send something that heavy and not have to charge postage is beyond me. Absolutely insane. The postman had to actually drag it down my garden path and damn near gave himself a hernia. It now takes pride of place on the mantlepiece between my Captainās Log and my Housemaidās Knee.
Also, when I visit sunnier climes Iām always sure to pack my handy tube of Writerās Block. Smother it on. Lie back and enjoy the scenery. It smells like rancid cheese in a sewer ratās armpit but it certainty does the trick.
I also keep several bottles of Writers Block i
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There’s an Irish whiskey called Writer’s Tears
That is an apt name. Brilliant. And I’m tempted to say … you shed ’em and I’ll drink ’em. šš·š·
It’s an award winning single malt. Went ten rounds with it. In the end, it was empty, defeated
I shall certainly buy some.
Slainte
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