That.

Posted on by MrBinks

That moment when you realise
that the words that you’re writing
will end up in a sentence
that kind of needs explaining
and the grammar that you’re using
is really quite appalling
and the lack of punctuation
is definitely galling.
That.

 

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Published by MrBinks

Peter was born and raised in Dartford, Kent by two loving parents - who were also born and raised in Dartford, Kent by their loving parents (who were also born and raised in Dartford, Kent). He has travelled the world (been to Spain twice) and met many different people (some from Surrey, others from Essex, one Glaswegian and a Spaniard named Santiago). Peter doesn't hold any awards for writing, but is the proud recipient of the Sensible Soccer knockout cup 1995 and the 2005 EA Sports FIFA European Championship. He now lives by the sea in a town notorious for smuggling in the 1700s with his wife, 2 children and crate of dusty rum bottles.