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Pretend, for a minute, you’re John F. Kennedy in Dallas at 12:29 p.m. (CST) on Friday, November 22, 1963.
Why?
Your mind is about to be blown.
Pretend, for a minute, you’re John F. Kennedy in Dallas at 12:29 p.m. (CST) on Friday, November 22, 1963.
Why?
Your mind is about to be blown.
Drop trou and publish your zany, clever, amusing, laugh-worthy stuff in Doctor Funny, a pub that can do nothing for you. Your mother will be so proud.
Groovy Writer of Supple Words, LaserDisc Apologist, Grand Intellectual, Seer of Greasy Auras; Bots Welcome. Stories vaguely organized in my lists.