"so liek so tartally liek this is liek ma latesst liek fanfic thingie mick -jangle wateve cua we neeed ta gag it wth a sphoon & stufff andd liek whtever..."
"And ever since the sixth stroke this is all that Daria can write now." Jane concluded to her wife, Elsie Sloane-Lane as they stared at the husk of a woman on the hospital bed.
The only indication of life in the thing was the fact that her right hand was propped up on a small table, scribbling away on the pad of paper, which periodically needed to be changed or else she'd just write all over the wood.
"and than tella and medvart sooo totally luved each oter and junk howevr they wur both salected 2 be in da hungar thames and it wrs liek a maJOR bummur butt they weru winnArs nd the prez of panam was luzer and averytone else waz a whuteverz!
