In which a bookstore employee, confounded by the covers of the Boxcar Children Mysteries, decides to use his own fuzzy memories and wild assumptions to literally judge a book by its cover. Updates somedays.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Charles in Charge
Hey, remember this blog? I do, apparently. Anyway, I actually kept this one. Everyone takes some worthless stuff from work. With most people it's paper clips or whatever. With me it's novelizations of the pilot episodes of crummy old sitcoms that I found on the back of a shelf, all dusty because WHAT THE HELL KID IS GOING TO READ THIS!? Me, that's who.
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