That Invaluable UK Press, or, Why the Internet Exists, Pt. 27
posted by Sleeve Consequences @ 9:42 AM
About Me
- Name: Sleeve Consequences
- Location: Seattle, Washington
Like everyone else, Sleeve Consequences was born in Detroit at the age of seventeen. After a torrid affair with your mother, Consequences fled the monastery to pursue a career as an alias. Finding no work, he became a pseudonym, which he remains. His fictions and belles-lettres have been translated into English, Gullah, and FORTRAN, and have been published in oodles of hypothetical zines, gazines, and magazettes (also, more recently, in weblogs, blogs, weblos, and wogs). A resident of Seattle, Sleeve plays the Queen’s Indian Defense very poorly. His favorite odor is “acrid.”
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2 Comments:
At 10:34 AM,
Deric said…
dig the quote...
"When one died the other one just went for it and didn't get any negative feedback - well, didn't get any feedback," he said.
lucky bastard, this doc... i hear they charge upwards of $20/min on some sites to watch a dead mallard get "quackbanged", as the kids nowadays call it... but he DID have to settle for only fowl-on-fowl action...
At 10:59 AM,
Anonymous said…
"quackbanged"! ahh, ya dirrrty little duckie.
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