Hepl!
I am allowing my blog this week to be used by someone who contacted me recently in search of my help with freelance writing. His name is Conrad Blatterstein. Over to you, Conrad.
Giterengs,
I want to tarts with a sorty. It saw no my tenth brithday that my pranets dolt me I had a prolbem. I had writnet a tone to my sprots matser but he vener relpied. I saw evry uspet. My pranets releaved the turth: I saw a tib lesdyxic and the matser had ton donutersod.
Won, we have our now bootfall meat – The Lesdyxic Madaurers – and I get to yalp bootfall erevy Sudnay. We rae pretty doog. The other day we paldey The Stevie Wodner 11. Only 7 of them showed pu, tub we didt’n tell them that. We nar nirgs round them. Leritally. They dah on idea where we weer. We teab them 197 to lin. Their loagie did evry well, vasing many loags acdicentally with his faec. He si won ni hopsital.
Aynyaw, this si an aleapp on belahf of the Lesdyxic Wirters Culb, aksing if you nac supprot our mebrems by giving them mose wrok. You think m’I kojing? Thoning could be fruther from the turth. This si our beard and butter. We yam ton alyaws be prefect, but we od ryt. Puls, at leats we have an exsuce, kunile all those other os-cellad wirters out there who rae just plain tish.
Pleesa call em on 849 375 4956 if you have nay wrok to fofer su. Fi you canton get through, plesae reangearr those bumners unlit I wanser.
Thank you evry chum.
Cordan.








George Angus | Jun 28, 2011 | Reply
Hehe. Oh, Mark. Pretty durned clever. If you don’t snap Conrad up I most certainly will.
I’m interested in seeing what folks will have to say about this one!
George
Mark | Jun 28, 2011 | Reply
Cheers, mate.
Yes, I thought I’d piss at least one person off. I think I am beneath contempt.