GET TO THE POINT
...ce you are currently perusing. At this point, I'm compelled to state, parenthetically, that I just attempted to submit my aforementioned masterpiece for review. However, I discovered, much to my chagrin, that I still owe the pedantic prefect some one hundred and seventy-seven words. Imagine that! This is a situation akin to auditing the brush strokes of Renoir! However, if it's words you want then, cheese and crackers, it's words you shall get ... (It just seems like such an extraordinary measure that one should be required to bare virtually one's entire soul for the mere privilege of being able to lounge with the immortals.) "I stand five feet eleven inches, from my head to my toes. Turn me sideways and, hey, who knows!!? I just might recite, for your captive delight, two hundred and fifty-five words of pr...