Sunday, August 26, 2007

Another awkwardly-structured sentence.



I feel bad for the victim's sneakers, T-shirt, and Coach wallet. Not only did they get stolen, but apparently they got punched and kicked as well. Coach things need to be treated gently, like they're sweet little fuzzy kitties or something. (Notice I don't wonder about how the actual human victim's doing. I'm just worried about the Coach wallet. 'Cause that's the kind of cold-hearted, designer stuff-loving, grammarphile bitch I am.)

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