Here I am driving along, and as often happens, I get a great idea for a story. I pullover at a Shell station and shut off the car. I begin scribbling in my notepad, trying to get everything down before I forget it. A few minutes later the attendant comes over and knocks on my window.
Are you alright, sir?
Yes, I'm just scribbling down an idea.
Okay. Because from where I was standing it looked like you were pleasuring yourself.
Oh no, that comes after it's published.
What if you get a book published?
Use your imagination.
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