/lit/ - Literature

>>6983494
The good news is—no bad news!

Ye see I bailed, balked, got tired and angry, twisted in my chair, sighed, hand to face, pictured ye typing and farting, ye not realizing yr farts were interpolating w/yr hitting the spacebar, and I started typing this sometime before all that, the picturing, just so I can tell you: there once was a man from nantucket who kept all his cash in a bucket but his daughter, named plan, ran away with th klan and as for the bucket, she fucked it