Fallbrookisms 26 August 2010
– We had a shop teacher named Mr. Smallwood
– And nobody likes small wood.
I don’t eat food. It gets in the way of my alcoholism.
– Want some salami?
– Not yet. I’m not ready for mushed-together meat.
On writing
You should start a new genre and call it “neurotica.” You can just write about our family.
