And thus, I find this amusing.
http://www.unh.edu/NIS/Courses/JS3min/Demos/bad-hemingway.html After I cleaned up some extraneous articles...
It was the buttcrack of dawn. So this is how it is, this is how it always happens in the buttcrack of dawn. Bugger your buttcrack of dawn. With my last 50 rupee I purchased some true and honest tequiza; I took a pull from the bottle. It was good. It burned my mouth and felt good and warm going down my esophagus and into my stomach. From there it went to my kidneys and my bladder, and was good. I remembered then when I last saw JK Rowling who was still a damn fine writer. It was in Blackpool and we looked out the windows at the outhouse and drank tequiza in the buttcrack of dawn. It was the buttcrack of dawn and had been the buttcrack of dawn for some time.