Since Christmas, my beloved has developed a syndrome that I understand many people are showing signs of these days: KSA, or "Kindle Separation Anxiety". Symptoms include planning one's wardrobe around being able to secure the Kindle to one's person; panicking at the first sign of malfunction, dashing to get dressed and drive to Staples quick before they close; and an eerie LED glow emanating from under the covers late at night.
The judge threw the Kindle at him.
"Kindle 'em, Dano!"
He was making Kindle on the side, but he wasn't a full time Kindlee.
The crooked accountant was cooking the Kindles- at least, that was no form of Kindlekeeping I'm familiar with.
The acts Kindled for tonight are...
He was clever, but not much for Kindle learning.
The minister read from the Kindle of Common Prayer.
One of the main attractions at Dublin's Trinity University is the Kindle of Kells.
How many Kindleable hours do you have this month?
He's quite the Kindleworm.
Who wrote the Kindle of love?
He does everything strictly by the Kindle.
There were no receipts or certificates; it was a Kindle transaction.
"Waste not, want not," as the good Kindle says.
I've cast the hexagrams; now to consult the Kindle of Changes for their meaning.
At least, I hope this is the kind of clichés we'll be seeing. If Borders beats Amazon despite Amazon's early lead, I'll have to rewrite this list with permutations of "Nooky".
1 comment:
Prettttttty funnnnnny, Joel! You're a hoot! Poor Ginje!
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