Norfolk is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up a girrafe chair. Make yourself comfortable.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

It Has Not Escaped Our Notice #22

This misprint muspront kindly sent in by Dr M. C. of Kingston-upon-Thames, who becomes elgible to join the ranks of the GOOFTUG.

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  1. Once I new Miss Prints,
    in a strictly Biblical cents.

    I thought it was classified 12A for the blurry nude fantasy snogging. I loved it when Ron broke the sex spell by wielding the phallus of Gryffindor. Got Freud?

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  2. Kentucky Freud Chicken. Motherf****n' Good.

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