Queuing For The Government: Farts, Killer Looks and Everything In Between
Some days you write. Some days you let other gifted weird writers amuse you. Gang, enjoy this piece by Writer Dog. Don’t you think it’s funny how friendship is born at that moment when someone says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” That’s how The Writer Dog ventured his way into Laura’s ExtraLaudinary wild. It feels creepy in here. Like being given plenty of rope to hang my boredom. I should have been here…