None of this Romantic glop! Long ago, he swore an oath to write a 100 word story every day until the day he died. He's not dead yet. Our dear friend Crap takes a goodly swipe at all the schlock of the heart-full holiday, 100 words at a time.
Always unpredictable and irreverent, no subject is too sacred, no cow too holy for Crap not to pull it out, examine it, and bang it on the table a few times before putting it back where he found it - albeit slightly crumpled.
Live in Voice ... we think!
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