At least I don't need a book.
Or an hour.
CAUTION: Shameless self-promotion ahead.
Antares Cryptos from the cleverly-named Antares Cryptos blog (see, Nancy? And you thought you were the only one I teased), what I prefer to call the "Thinking Man's Blog" (as opposed to the "Demented Hobbit Who Posts About Sex Hours" blog), reminded me that I had neglected to provide a link to my e-book, Shag Carpet Toilet.
|This picture isn't entirely accurate. There was shag carpet on the floor, too. |
Remember what I said about boys living in the house? Yeah, imagine.
I think the reason I had first neglected to do this was that I had to enter in a looonnnnnnnggggggg string of numbers. I wasn't too crazy about doing that because, after all, football was on (demented, slow, and lazy). Still, there's probably an easier way to do this, but I'm unaware what that may be (demented, slow, lazy, and stupid).
So, if you'd like to have a gander (Al's Fun With Words Fact: 'Gander' can also be a male goose. Although, I fail to see its relevance here) at my shaggy opus, please feel free.
Or, if you'd like to actually use your brain, visit Antares Cryptos' place. You may not get a Sex Hour there, but at least you may learn something.