Awesome editorial errors

I don't even know. Even spellcheck doesn't like that one.

I would think the "riddens" would be the last, welcome discharge after a bout of loose stool.

You see a lot of that on the GB. Usually, shortly before a ban.
 
How do you show social statues...

There's the question. Carved marble base, or natural stone? Spotlights from below, or lamp posts across the path? 'Tis a puzzlement.
 
You're very welcome, dear. :rose:

Mrs Rug & I trade these back and forth from our respective online readings. We laugh a lot at our house. :D
:rose: a house filled with laughter sounds a happy place :cool:
or an asylum - kinda depends on the quality of the laughter i suppose :eek:

I have only myself to blame as this is from one of mine from last year, I caught it while reading it to get in the mindset for a sequel.

"She opened her mouth, unleashing a torrent of lame"

It's supposed to be flame.

It's embarrassing, but one of those that I laughed my ass off anyway because we all know people who unleash torrents of lame whenever the open their mouths. :eek:
oh yes indeed *nods*

I would think the "riddens" would be the last, welcome discharge after a bout of loose stool.

You see a lot of that on the GB. Usually, shortly before a ban.
cute!

I felt the same way!!!

I think the comments are more funny than the errors!
absolutely!

There's the question. Carved marble base, or natural stone? Spotlights from below, or lamp posts across the path? 'Tis a puzzlement.
how do you determine how social they are? numbers per groupings? vol-au-vents? eye-contact?
 
Jodi reviled in the solitude

Doesn't seem like solitude would be very good for reviling. I personally prefer to do my reviling in person, although sometimes online works. Reviling in solitude just seems like something you'd only do when you're really depressed, or have low self-esteem.
 
please assist you're ageing Queen

Umm, Queen are ageing pretty seriously on their own, and don't really need assistance with it, thanks.
 
I rose to my full height of six foot two and stretched, feeling my mussels pop after the long car ride.

They pop open when they're done, right? Why was he cooking them in the car? Was he cooking them in his pocket, somehow? That's the only way I could imagine he could feel them.
 
He rinsed the soap off and stepped out onto the map, dripping.

That is a terrible way to treat a map. They get all soggy and hard to read. I suppose it's better than dripping on a GPS, though.
 
...dressed in a skin tight black catsuit, shinny black, but not as shinny as the zippered PVC boots...


Okay, I can see the boots being "shinny," but the whole suit?
 
...we finished the principle shooting...

Principles make difficult targets. Principals, on the other hand, are probably universal fantasy targets.
 
If you can't enjoy the fruits of your conquests, hear the laminations of your enemies' women, then what can you enjoy?

So, what exactly does lamination sound like? I don't think I've ever heard anything when I've seen it done.
 
If you can't enjoy the fruits of your conquests, hear delamination of your enemies' women, then what can you enjoy?
Fixed. With epoxy.
 
Fixed. With epoxy.

<applause>

I wonder who the pallbearers were while the cousins were being bears.


I've never heard of the Paul subspecies of bears. Or, apparently, werebears. Interesting.


Stealing herself against opening it, she carried it back to the house

How does one steal oneself, and how does that prevent opening something? Perhaps she had herself kidnapped so she wouldn't be in proximity to the thing-not-to-be-opened?
 
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