I, Writer … #19

Posted on September 20, 2017 | 8 Comments

I have visions of postmen all around the world capsizing after dragging thos blocks up the mountainside to writers’s eeries. Give them each a bottle or two of the plonk.

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I, Writer … #19

WRITER’S BLOCK FOR SALE …

Writer’s Block. I rather liked the sound of that so I ordered one on eBay – £2.75 + Free postage.

OMG! Cheap or what. I mean, it was coming all the way from bloody China. How they can afford to send something that heavy and not have to charge postage is beyond me. Absolutely insane. The postman had to actually drag it down my garden path and damn near gave himself a hernia. It now takes pride of place on the mantlepiece between my Captain’s Log and my Housemaid’s Knee.

Also, when I visit sunnier climes I’m always sure to pack my handy tube of Writer’s Block. Smother it on. Lie back and enjoy the scenery. It smells like rancid cheese in a sewer rat’s armpit but it certainty does the trick.

I also keep several bottles of Writers Block i

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8 responses to “I, Writer … #19”

  1. Bridgesburning Chris | September 20, 2017 at 03:04 | Reply

    I simply cannot get enough of this site…wonderful I say…makes our lives much richer!

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  2. Joss | September 20, 2017 at 03:19 | Reply

    jajajajaja – Spanish version of laughter!

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