Wordsmoker

Well said. Also, who’s Woody Guthrie?

/tough job, writing for a living

“I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

Although if I’d taken Monopoly as a point of departure for this story instead of chess, then I just would have wound up writing out Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis again. And where would that leave us?

You know, a big sign that says “I have girl parts” is not entirely without important uses.

Linking verbs are for mainstreamers, man.

We’re delicate precision instruments which can only perform under ideal conditions of perfect pampering. Haven’t you heard?

But no, a little asymmetry just qualifies as “distinctive,” not a bonerkiller. Not at all.

You’re totally underestimating the bonerkiller rays which emanate from antennae atop every Scientology Celebrity Center.

Certain Kabbalah groups use those rays too, in re: Madonna. Believe me, maintaining a […]

You could probably get a pretty nice Kickstarter to help you finish this thought.

There’s a whole discourse to be conducted, here, about when self-pleasure is ethical vs. unethical. Katie Holmes isn’t the only difficult case.

I once thought the internet might be a good forum for working out […]

Given that things have changed so much in this area, I wonder which folks have been especially well-positioned to make the adjustment? Probably not the stubby-armed, for instance.

And fifteen years from now, in 2027, it’ll probably be robots having all the fun.

You know what, that’s an excellent point: Not enough double entendres are currently made about the U.S. Congress. There’s so much potential in the filibuster alone.

No, that can’t possibly be too vagina-y. Because most things aren’t vagina-y enough. Congress, for instance.

christian a yacht

This unfamiliar phenomenon must be limited to the marine section of the Bible-belt.

I was rooting for Craigslist to drop that box down the stairs and hope for breakables, but instead he finishes helping her move and then loads his truck up with empty boxes to fortify his house under the overpass. […]

I wonder how many of the bingo squares one could properly mark during a casual persual of Wordsmoker.

“Crap,” I said, feeling my knees go weak.

LL, this was great.

Also I’d like to note that I enjoy a wide variety of gray hues. Although I’m pretty sure that’s not what the book is actually about.

When I discovered what the phrase “vagina dentata” meant, I admit that was pretty heavy.