Sometimes I insert nonsense phrases into things I write, just to see if they make it through the cogs of production unscathed and unchallenged. They often do. All those printing presses hammering away, pressing my silly shite on to hundreds of thousands of pages. Which people then buy! Here’s one I did.
That one makes sense in context, that’s like Shakespeare making up words. I am pretty much like Shakespeare with that one. Here’s another one I did though.
Croaked his smokes is not a thing.
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