I’m sat at my laptop on this wet Monday afternoon, writing chapter 8 of The Unforeseen Cuckold. I happened to notice a squiggly red line under a word I thought I’d already added to my word processor’s dictionary. So I hit the spell checker button, only to be informed that Cunthole was incorrect. So I glanced down at the suggested correction, and nearly spat my drink over the screen when I read Scunthorpe.
I hope you enjoyed me sharing that. Maybe it’ll make my blog more interesting if I can provide more personal stories rather than a stream of promotions.
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