Seriously, I have decided to end my search for a man named Baguette (so I could be Breana Baguette - brie on a baguette, get it?) so that I can marry a man named Larry Balong. This is my husband, Larry Balong. Incidentally, that's also the name of my haircut.
Someone at work is actually into Twilight, so I offered them a copy of an actual book and they looked at me like I was insane. Apparently, my second edition, rare copy of of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" in German, is not considered literature.
I think "Bridge Over The River Kwai" would make their head explode with its, well, very human story. Worse, set against the backdrop of something that actually happened....that's too much.
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Oh, Auto Transcribe, you slay me.
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Wait till you see it...you'll plotz!
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I am suddenly reminded of that SK short story, The Mangler. A haunted (possessed, maybe?) laundry mangle ends up chasing some chump down the street.
Oh what wonton times are these that passing laundry mangles should say Ni to short story protagonists...