ha, you’d have to buy an Underwood ribbon at the Underwood store, then when they came out with Underwood 2, the ribbon wouldn’t work, click clack, oh sheet…
–and the only thing that would appear when you typed would be text that you’d already bought from the Underwood store, where you’d buy the glasses so you could read it.
If Jobs had been the buddy of the guy who tinkered together the Underwood, there’d be no ink in the ribbon–‘proprietary property’, Mr./Ms. Defendant.
Explain.
Side note: this is from Anthropolgie. They used to have a Remington, too, but discontinued it. Also $800.
Speaking of reasons to be ashamed about being a writer.
ASHAMED OF*
It just looks so awkward that way! Fuck that sentence!
ha, you’d have to buy an Underwood ribbon at the Underwood store, then when they came out with Underwood 2, the ribbon wouldn’t work, click clack, oh sheet…
–and the only thing that would appear when you typed would be text that you’d already bought from the Underwood store, where you’d buy the glasses so you could read it.
I always wanted to fuck a sentence
Only if this Underwood has an “@”-sign.