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I've had a bunch of stuff happen to me in my lives that has more than not has resulted in Ol'Bob often takin' two steps backwords for every one step I took sideways, but them things never stopped me from pursuing my dreams of being a accompliced writin' professional...until now.
Today is a sad and worrisome day here at Ol'Bob's Baitshop and Writin' Emporium. I just got back in the snail-mail a rejectable notification that my recent submission to the 2006 Erotical Writing Composition aint up to snuff, accordin' to the reviewing commitee folks and it's because I suffer from the a'fore mention'd melody Malapropism, which I may have contacted durin' a brief yet memberable visit to a little place down in Old Mexico a few years back.
I been tryin' to rack up my brain-pan and rememberize when this could have inflicted me. I am pretty sure I don't recall no burnin' or itchin' after that visit and the symptoms must have been layin' low, festerin and growin over the time-span between then and now.
Kinda scary and all I know, but them commitee folks say that if I surround and inspire myself with enough diletantes my danglin' participals will disappear...I checked but I didn't know what a danglin' participal is supposed to look like and my two boys looked like they always do when they are danglin' or not danglin'- so now Ol' Bob is both worried and confused, but Ima gonna fine tune my story and then post it here at the Bloggerinparty.com before I waste another vanilla envelope and a stamp. I'd a'preachiate any compliments that y'all can offer and thanks a-forehand.
Adios,
Bob