~The Book of Randomness~

~The Sixteenth Book of Randomness~

~Speeling misteaks wil bee evrywhar een tis buk ore cheptar~

Eye geef op. Gremer iz vary divicult. Tuu moch affrt. I give in. Grammar, spelling and literature are my thing. NEVER AGAIN WILL I DO SUCH A STRANGE AND FOOLISH THING. 

Dear Literature Lords,

I am terribly sorry for the trouble I have caused you. So I am writing this to apologize for my sins. They technically aren't sins, considering half the internet has no idea how to spell. ALSO, YOU AREN'T REAL LORDS.

Without Regrets Whatsoever,

The Man On The Moon

I am currently not here... So have a baguette and leave me alone. 

~Blueberries~