Employment Quest Sought December 11th 2021

Employment quest sought December 11th, 2021 Across cyberspace, the following epistle yours truly (me) doth lob as the figurative pressure tightens on the virtual knob, I would moost certainly benefit from a part time job hence this rather goofy atypical reply crafted (at initial ten plus years ago date) following reasonable rhyme written then gingerly trying to remove pesky Windows kernel32 dll or blue screen of death errors (oh... how so yesterday) (while gently inhaling) from imaginary hand carved corn cob from whittling fingers of one named, (albeit alias) Mister Bob. Anyway, this aspiring writer dejure shoe lee mastered his a, b, c's though during test time experienced nonfatal forgetfulness disease all my learning seemed to freeze oh and although the following non-sequitur added comment moost likely irrelevant back in the day o me early boyhood, I passed thru initiation rite of passion sans tickling ivory keys in addition to learning about human species, whose relatively recent ancestors incorporates caveman argh gew hob bully naked ape, who exhibited death defying feats analogous to acrobat holding fast to trapeze of mine swung from sturdy trees only pausing long enough to smoke cigar and wheeze. Additionally, I cobble, dabble and gabble with double entendres, nibble and tinker with byte sized words monosyllabic terms like this or that as my pedigreed intellectual toy with an intent to affect, invoke and joke with intellectual ploy opening mine mien, whether unknown reader counts her/himself among Jew or goy ideally to be witness literary employ and earn an income oh boy netting gold anchor ahoy. Rational wordsmith asks himself why he habitually answers in his poetic way per responding posting defies conforming to the established formality, yet nonetheless asks coon sitter a shun sans my reply ideally couched with an affirmative decision no less than twenty thumbs up well nigh to be extended, and offered a hand for me to join this outfit as another common Jimmy Neutron to help ward off lions, tigers and bears oh my powder milk chomping Joe Schmoe type noir guy essentially a human combination fly, whose nom de plume as newborn cry himself to sleep baby nearly exhausted dry tear ducts, the muttering bard of Perkiomen Valley sometimes used as ruff lee an alley bye. from: Matthew Scott Harris, who might find himself booted, knowingly, longingly, and magically transported to Paris.