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islandman

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Tomorrow is Charles Dickens' birthday. For those of you in the NYC-metro area, mention his birthday at the door to gain free entry to the Morgan Library's sprawling Dickens archive, which features manuscripts, photographs, original illustrations and caricatures, as well as the original manuscripts of “A Christmas Carol."

For the rest of you, pick one of his works and write a 500 word essay on how the story relates to the man on my desk by 9:00am ET tomorrow.


Go.
 
Might have to bust a top hat and long muffler tomorrow in honor of the styles of the industrial revolution.
 
Tomorrow is Charles Dickens' birthday. For those of you in the NYC-metro area, mention his birthday at the door to gain free entry to the Morgan Library's sprawling Dickens archive, which features manuscripts, photographs, original illustrations and caricatures, as well as the original manuscripts of “A Christmas Carol."

For the rest of you, pick one of his works and write a 500 word essay on how the story relates to the man on my desk by 9:00am ET tomorrow.


Go.

Why do you have a man on your desk? Nooner?
 
Where is this going, Johnny? This reads as bad as the guy asking women who titty-fuck to provide him with masturbatory fuel.

I'm just holding up my end of the conversation, while giving the lady-folk the mental image of you spanking some hapless beta male while you have him bent over your desk. It's a twofer.
 
I'm just holding up my end of the conversation, while giving the lady-folk the mental image of you spanking some hapless beta male while you have him bent over your desk. It's a twofer.

That's the hottest thing I have read all day.
 
Well, it's the Lit. Let's make up a story about Little Dorrit at the mercy of Whackford Squeers or some shit.
 
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