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While some readers beseech me to delete all of my little stories... well, so far I've resisted that entreaty. That being said, there is some logic in my reevaluating the Paige Hawthorne corpus. And, in fact, I have already asked the moderator to 86 some of my lesser tales. Such as the one written entirely by ChatGPT.
In addition, after the current Big Clit voting is completed, I'll be expunging an additional story -- one of my Winter Jennings yarns -- "Road Trip".
So, forewarned is foreskin, or whatever that adage is. In any case, should anyone want to read it, or download it, or whatever it... now's the time.
Paige
Great Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! My … tempus certainly does fugit around here. It seems like it has been only a couple of months or so since my face turned scarlet with SOL embarrassment.
Yet, here it is again — another annual public humiliation in the Big Clit circus. Yep, it seems I’m once again nominated in one or two of Author categories. And, one or two of my 2024 stories are also included for an additional sprinkling of mortification.
Okay, you 1-bombers … gloat away.
Paige
That philosophical, perhaps even existential, question has of course become a litmus test to determine the degree of religiosity in the average churchgoer. It is particularly appropriate when conversing with white, male, Southern Baptists. And others of the most evangelical bent.
The question was first postulated by that eminent theological scholar, Susan Silverman. (The pious man in her audience answered, after thoughtful consideration, “No.”)
You’re welcome,
Paige
I’m revisiting the best battle scene I’ve ever read. That great American hero, Bob Lee Swagger, is young, in Vietnam, and facing a massive challenge. The action begins with Chapter 12 of “Time To Hunt” and continues for over 50 gripping pages.
You’re welcome,
Paige
In all, Lawerence Sanders published over 30 novels. And, boy, did he love words! I'm revisiting his Archy McNally series, and marveling at the vocabulary. (I'm convinced Sanders didn't use obscure words just to show off. He seemed to get a kick out of phrasing sentences in unique ways.)
From just a single novel:
pourboire
leman
impecunious
cicerone
philological
neurasthenic
instanter
perturbation
branigan
slumgullion
oubliette
paterfamilias
dégagé
sporan
velocipede
lumpen
And he sprinkled in Yiddish:
meshugaas
Plus, of course, Latin:
amor vincit omnia (love conquers all)
non illegitimi carborundum (don't let the bastards grind you down)
mens sans in copore sana (a healthy mind in a healthy body)
de mortis nil nisi bonum (don't speak ill of the dead)
Because the readers here are so erudite, I didn't bother defining those rather recondite words. Right?
Paige
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