from the novel I'm writing write now, The Bum With A Black Beret From The North Pole:
Dad takes pictures like any normal photographer, but ¡he takes them with wheelbarrows and martini shakers!
At least he doesn't eat his photographs. Mom says that sometimes - when they're in bed together - she'll look over and ¡dad'll be scratching his ass! ¡I do NOT need to know shit like this! I don't need to know algebra either, but they sail it at me like I'm Magellan.
