Mar 10, 2008
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My fiernd Jhon ocne emiaeld me a chian emial wehre all the wodrs had the rghit ltertes and the frist and lsat were rgiht, but the oens in the mdidle wree all mexid up. Taht was in gadre seevn. Caihn emials were a big dael bcak then, epseiclaly wiht grils who wulod ask ecah ohter teihr brihtadys and shit. Aynawy, John is dsylxeic, so I aksed if he had truolbe raendig toshe eimals. He siad, “No, that has nothing to do with being dyslexic, you fucking idiot.”
–Max Halparin