…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

A Very Brief Excerpt From The Memoirs Of Joseph Spuleen, Raving Lunatic

There are not many things in life of which I’m certain.

But this–this, friends, is one of them:

If I were a hard-boiled, old-school-trenchcoat-and-fedora-wearing, cigar-chomping detective who also happened to be a turkey that could talk, my catchphrase would be “I don’t like the cut of your giblets, son”.


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