Quintus Masters, Apprehensive 19th-Century Whaler, Talks to Teenagers
What calamitous folly! Surely the scant rations of fresh water, biscuits, and turtle meat stowed on board are insufficient for sustaining the crew on such a long and treacherous endeavor.
When Are You Going to Publish My Motherfucking Children’s Book?
I sent you guys a manuscript almost two fucking weeks ago and haven’t heard dick yet. What gives?