Once upon a time there was a girl who had a particular skill.
She couldn't punctuate.
She couldn't spell perfectly.
She couldn't find grammatical errors like some can.
She can however speak Fluent Fluff.
What is Fluent Fluff you ask? Have you ever read something that said something that could have been said simpler, but for economical, legal or professional reasons had to be said just so? That is Fluent Fluff. Not everyone can read it. Even less people speak it. Although there does seem to be a small collection of experts somewhere around Washington D.C. People who speak this language seem to congregate during the day in business suits and go to higher floors in tall buildings. No one is quite sure what they do, but we all know that when they are done doing it they produce literature in Fluent Fluff.
This post is dedicated to my mother. All I am...even the fluffy part I owe to you!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Fluent Fluff
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ha ha ha ha ha!
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