Woe Is the Poor Little Semicolon, but He Shall Surely Some Day Rock
I Probably Wouldn't Pick a Semicolon as My Go-To Rocker Move (probably Jimmy Page), but If It Works . . .
When I think of semicolons, I mostly think of abused children; you know the type, bruised and scared but staring you down with those little eyes saying, "Save me from this hell, you editor bastard!"
Then again, some of you miscreants might actually learn something, so I feel compelled to share this.
Party on Buckeroos; and party on, Buckeroos.
(p.s. San Diego State is the only undefeated team left in Division I basketball; of all the writing shit I can share with you today, this last is most important.)
Then again, some of you miscreants might actually learn something, so I feel compelled to share this.
Party on Buckeroos; and party on, Buckeroos.
(p.s. San Diego State is the only undefeated team left in Division I basketball; of all the writing shit I can share with you today, this last is most important.)
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