Wait, what? Did your prose just fuck up my otherwise perfect year at Substack enjoying the freak value of witless, awkward, typo-ridden "writing"? Who let you in here? I thought flabberghastly fifth-grade style was the only thing permitted in the medium. I'm only on my second cup of coffee, too. You need to warn people if you're going to try this sort of thing. Did you write this on your own or did you get help from an adult?
Wait, what? Did your prose just fuck up my otherwise perfect year at Substack enjoying the freak value of witless, awkward, typo-ridden "writing"? Who let you in here? I thought flabberghastly fifth-grade style was the only thing permitted in the medium. I'm only on my second cup of coffee, too. You need to warn people if you're going to try this sort of thing. Did you write this on your own or did you get help from an adult?
A few things:
1. I never thought Julia Robers was even remotely pretty.
2. Summer hole? Why summer? It's hot, humid and sticky here in the summer. A winter womb sounds more appealing.
3. You're writing is delightfully entertaining, for a woman who would never even think of fucking cursing.
4. What the hell is an old man doing back at school? Wake up Maggie!