Friday, February 24, 2012

I Am Not Going To Tell You

I finished a book that was so bad I'm not even going to dignify it with a title.  Don't even bother reading it.  The ending was so corny I had to moan aloud.  It's amazing what I will do to pass the 45 minutes on the elliptical or exercise bicycle and that is with a bank of televisions silently providing 10 different stations of programming (which says a lot about the quality of television too).

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