It may come as a shock to even the keenest of readers, but Pony Boot Camp isn’t my only story full of bugs. So let us today expand the wonderful tradition of retroactive writing to Æquinoctium (although it’s mostly comments in this first instalment).
The greatest extent of Celtic mystery she’d encountered so far had been a shitfaced leprechaun barfing into her handbag at Saint Patrick’s Day.
is commented as followed:
This is hands down one of my favourite lines I’ve ever brought to digital paper. It might lack a bit of cross-cultural sensitivity, but the mental picture was just too vivid to pass up. Continue reading