Tuesday, April 26, 2011
A 60-word sentence.
The band played on but I was in no mood for frenetic frivolity as I furiously stomped away from those frantic fools infatuated with the flugelhorn-playing fop tooting like tomorrow was never going to arrive and we could continue to frolic in the fatuous style of fulsome lasses let loose upon a hapless world of binge-dancing and sloe gin fizzes.
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3 comments:
You did it! And it even made sense. Good job, Ed.
Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for Patti's opener. *tap tap tap*
Thanks, Patti - it was kind of fun. And, like Jen says, "where is yours?" :-)
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