How timely is this post! Writer convicted of murder he described in novel: But fully five years after the killing, the detective in charge of the investigation, Chief Inspector Jacek Wroblewski, received an anonymous call suggesting he take a look at a novel entitled Amok, written by Krystian Bala and published two years earlier.
A while back, I had to take my feather bed to the laundomat because my washer just isn't large enough for it, and of course, I wouldn't have dreamt of going without a book. As I sat outside reading, I was approached by a young black guy with baggy pants down past his butt, and the whole hip hop look going on. He wanted to know what I was reading. Taken by surprise, I asked if he liked to read, and he began to tell me (quite eloquently) about the book he had just finished. It was one that teaches young men how to be good men with character. It was obvious that he had been very impressed by the book, and that made me very impressed with him. I wish I had written down the title and author's name, but alas, I failed to, and now I've forgotten it. I don't think I'll ever forget that young man, though.
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I know - it's inappropriate for me to be laughing at this, but I'm on the floor.
My sister teaches English in a sweet, little private girls' school in a dear little town and I think this is purrrrfect for her young ladies.
I shall send it along post haste.
Meanwhile . . . Read a book, Read a book, Read a muthafu . . .
Well, I for one was just mortified by the language. Mortified, I tell you. I would never use language like that in *my* books.
DA, clicking the link to listen to the song again while retiring to the fainting couch with a vial of smelling salts
How timely is this post! Writer convicted of murder he described in novel: But fully five years after the killing, the detective in charge of the investigation, Chief Inspector Jacek Wroblewski, received an anonymous call suggesting he take a look at a novel entitled Amok, written by Krystian Bala and published two years earlier.
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A while back, I had to take my feather bed to the laundomat because my washer just isn't large enough for it, and of course, I wouldn't have dreamt of going without a book. As I sat outside reading, I was approached by a young black guy with baggy pants down past his butt, and the whole hip hop look going on. He wanted to know what I was reading. Taken by surprise, I asked if he liked to read, and he began to tell me (quite eloquently) about the book he had just finished. It was one that teaches young men how to be good men with character. It was obvious that he had been very impressed by the book, and that made me very impressed with him. I wish I had written down the title and author's name, but alas, I failed to, and now I've forgotten it. I don't think I'll ever forget that young man, though.
I think I hurt something from laughing so hard.
That's just karmic vengeance for your idea to use chumplet's "Oh my God, I think I'm having a hambergasm!" while your coworkers are drinking. :)
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