the best time time to blog

which sound as appealing as the best time to lay a log book (out of the van). I have a dyslexic approach to the whole thing - to quote S. Right, why is the alphabet in that order?    The alphabet I use is transposed - wlhg you.


If you tried to work out what "wlhg" corresponds to in a transposed alphabet, then you are a dick.



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