FULL DISCLOSURE: The following is a paid advertisement. Oh, who am I kidding? Nobody's paying me to inflict a little shameless self-promotion and crass commercialism on you. Further, if you've been visiting Penwasser Place for a couple of years, you've already heard this. So, feel free to take today off. Or have another look at Saturday's post-you did read it, didn't you? Or look at blogs written by talented people.
For those who may be new followers or have unwittingly blundered off the exit ramp of the information superhighway, please allow me to introduce It's Not Just A Job.
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|Where the drinking age was 18. |
When I was 18.
Never fear, though, because I also wrote a sequel last year, titled It's An Adventure (isn't it fantastic that both titles start with "I" so I can use them in only one A-Z Challenge post? It's like I planned it that way*).
Picking up exactly where INJAJ left off, IAA (do I need to
|"Wonder if they've noticed I'm not there?"|
|Without the dick part.|
Complete with riveting tales of flight operations, exotic ports of call, and waking up in a pillowcase, this book has rapidly taken its place alongside nautical classics such as Moby Dick**.
It also has that which its predecessor lacked: hookers.
|But, nothing really came out of it. |
Couldn't even score with hookers.
The reason why should be obvious.
|I mean my real real name. |
NOTE: No lenses in the frames.
And I wasn't wearing pants.
|"But, if you have a few bucks left over, |
can you send them my way?
I'll need bus fare to Cleveland.
Which is a real kick in the pants.
Since I'm governor and all."
Or, you can buy either of these books on Amazon. What better way to feel superior to anyone?
|Almost forgot to include this.|
See how I included the title of the first book into the title of this one?
Yeah, that's how we clever fuckers roll.