to sir with love, from russia with love, sealed with a kiss of death, these and other classic love songs can be yours if you act now and send for this super hyper extremely limited time offer (wtf? read--this now!!) or you might, like hizzona christopher walken (or william shatner or jon lovitz, even, what?) be from another planet (or seem to be) and elaborate emphatically or forget everything but wing it well, or cowbell, even... anyway, i may not know jack, but what i said out of the blue was:
Add contact info for authors... i wanted to send a word of encouragement, praise, and or amusing comment to Jennifer Jordan and found no way to do it, becoming discouraged and therein less enthusiastic about reading on and exploring further... also, glorify the ellipse, if only for the sake of comedic parody... . . . i was serious about wanting to contact authors though, really i was (smirkish grin)... thanks SD, whatever you are (smile, even).
and not only that, there are those (who dat?) who apparently (read--this) think, or at least believe, steve lawrence, donny osmond, and sonny & cher aside, that they actually want and appreciate an entirely updated version of the song go away little girl, even and did you ever imagine farting so hard someone laying under the bed would feel the breeze right through the bed? (no really, don't hate, m'ok?) and if you (read--this) three times fast, you will turn into a newt, or perhaps a spanish long-playing record (what dat?... El-P?), (or something like that... some of you get this more better than others, but then there are those of us who may never admit that we do and so in almost closing, may you all find some amusement in this assault on language, pop culture, and random name-dropping... or else, read!--this! (and we'd do it again)...
we are all the same you know, in our own uniquely different ways... raehlly we are...
snarf :)
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