Boo February 3, 2015 / Thoughts On The Dead / 5 Comments In defense of Harper Lee: she’s a completely shit typist. Related Uncategorized Previous post The Better To See Next post No Vaccine For Stupid 5 Comments Rodeoamy February 3, 2015 at 7:01 pm I hope there’ll be someone bustin up a chiffarobe. Reply thoughtsonthedead (Post author) February 3, 2015 at 7:02 pm That’s the whole book: 300 pages of chiffarobe-bustin’. Reply Drew February 3, 2015 at 8:06 pm Goddamn it. I came here to talk about the chifferobe. Reply thoughtsonthedead (Post author) February 3, 2015 at 8:07 pm It has been busted; the nickel has been spent. Early bird, etc. Reply Drew February 3, 2015 at 8:17 pm Yep. I cried at that book when I was a kid, wanted badly to be Atticus Finch. Funny how adulthood turns an inspirational benchmark depressing. Reply Leave a Reply to Rodeoamy Cancel reply
I hope there’ll be someone bustin up a chiffarobe.
That’s the whole book: 300 pages of chiffarobe-bustin’.
Goddamn it. I came here to talk about the chifferobe.
It has been busted; the nickel has been spent.
Early bird, etc.
Yep. I cried at that book when I was a kid, wanted badly to be Atticus Finch. Funny how adulthood turns an inspirational benchmark depressing.