In the "sentences that should never have been written" category, may I present to you this:
Meanwhile, a nearby druid, Merrick Al’Tranga, senses a disturbance in the balance of nature.
That sentence is a thing of beauty! Y'know, in the way that retro kitsch is a thing of beauty. Like Miss Yvonne on Pee-Wee's Playhouse.
In the "sentences that should never have been written" category, may I present to you this:
Cracking up here....
Was that written by your doppelgänger?
That's what she is "saying". I'm convinced it's all a ruse and she's using her own name as a pseud and trying to get feedback.
Sunday evening.
Aw, phooey. I just found out that some friends will be performing sea shanties (eta: or chanteys; I've actually seen reasonably authentic pirate-song people spell it both ways) at a pub downtown on Sunday evening.
And I have a giftie for you, as well.
Eeee! Gifties! I would
bouncebouncebounce,
except it's not really advised in my present condition.
Oy, Kristin, that sentence is positively literarily sinful, and not in any kind of fun way.
I will shun your gauchos.
Ah, this is why I never got dates in high school; it was the blue and white plaid gauchos, wasn't it? Made them myself, tradgedy upon ignominomy.
Brenda, good luck with the second interview!
And that's just the
synopsis!
There's a whole
novel
out there.
Erasing link now before my doppleganger traces me back here and sics brilliant but amoral wizards on me.