"Revision makes your brain explode" said

"Revision makes your brain explode" said Tommy, telling fibs to the children once again. He was on the verge of quitting his daytime job as a primary school teacher as everything

about it was driving him crazy. That was a short trip for Tommy, though. That same afternoon, he told his students he was training his imaginary brother Ralph to take over after he

quit being a house painter and joined that band. Tommy's brother Ralph told him, "You're crazy, we're making 8 bucks an hour and you want to give that up to play drums in a band ca

lled 'The Beatles?' Get off ya high horse Ringo and stick with me and my bro Tom. There is no money in music and houses always need paintin'"

Ringo erred on the safe side & decided to take the painting gig but waited too long: The job went to some dude named Pete Best. Sadly, Ringo accepted Lennon’s offer to join the Bea

tless Expressionistas who were making a big splash in the tony neighborhoods of Liverloop. So he threw his lot in with theirs. His lot consisted of a cot that he fought for naught.

He bought his cot at a trundle store, then trundled home to face-plant into it and lament the rueful fact that he'd made a stupid typo on that last fold he wrote. It drove a man to

sleep, perchance to dream a dream upon that very cot, that he would one day double-check his spelling before folding. But alas, sometimes time runs out, and the error lives on

indelibly staining the otherwise remarkable prose. Errors like this happen. One time he'd missed out a word entirely, and only spotted it after he'd folded and passed. The shame

was relived every time that he's see a Folder do it.