As this blog was just a bunch of pish posh anyway. I have decided to end it.
The slop that I served up here is suited only for a book.
I say goodbye and once again, owe my entire life (literally) and major parts of my literary life to Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne.
This book can be obtained here: http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1079 and not a penny is paid and not a penny goes to the original author, who has only such to cover his eyes anyway.
I want to keep up a good relationship with you dearest reader, as I may call upon you again to read some of the same and very seamiest pishposh if it shows up in book form.
May you have a profoundly moving moment.
Her majesty's grand baby was a pretty nice boy, but he didn't have a thing to say.
Her majesty's grand baby was a pretty nice boy, but he spit up every day.
I want to say coochy coo, and here comes the walrus,
but I would be locked away.
by Michael DeVore