Wednesday, December 20, 2006

tap-dancing death

this is the death from my story, the hoary old cadaver. look at his shoes. they'll have your eye out...i'm going to be posting a few of my stories on here as soon as i'm capable of writing more than a few lines a night. check back in a decade.
in other news some friends and i have been trying to make 'bono' into a swear-word, a fetid curse curled at the edges - try "he was being a right bono last night", "now i've gone and trod bono all through the house" or "that bloke the edge is a right fucking bono, isn't he ?"
impress your friends, entertain your family, spread the word.