As Mag Ran
Now I know where he might go. A fabulous time-killer is the anagram generator site at
Virtually a million things came up when I entered Maggie Robinson. How am I described?
Enigma so boring (a dull woman of mystery, that’s me)
A bore in gin smog (although I much prefer champagne smog. Still dull)
A bosom reigning (yup, 38 DD)
Brain gismo gone (definitely)
My friends, the gamine gin boors, are hanging out at the Goosing Mine Bar with the big Marine goons. The Boogieman grins at a bi gnome’s groin over in the corner. Sin Mirage Bongo is boomeranging on the jukebox. You get the idea. Go have some fun of your own and report back here on the best inane broom gigs. It won’t be a somber going in, I promise you.
Highly recommended: Solomon vs. Lord, The Deep Blue Alibi, and Kill All the Lawyers. Levine’s latest, Trial and Error, will be released on June 1.
“sparkling dialogue that echoes the Hepburn-Tracy screwball comedies”—Chicago Sun-Times
Anagrams for “romance novel”—titles you will never, ever read, much like the entries in the Too True To Life contest:
Man Love Crone (younger man, experienced woman find love)
A Conmen Lover (TSTL heroine and Botany Bay escapee find love)
Clean No Mover (parlormaid and lord get trapped in broom closet, find love)
Remove No Clan (The MacFriskies battle for survival, find love)
Acorn Lovemen (Robin Hood and his Merry Men find love)
No Lamer Coven (Apprentice witch heals Waterloo vet, finds love)
Acme Love Morn (actually, Acme love it anytime of day or night)
I’ll stop now. Ton pillows. Swill on top. Lip—lost, won. Slit—plow on. Nip lots, low.
It’s hard. Trash id. Ash dirt. Star hid. Rat dish.
The end. Then Ed—he dent, he tend.
Really. Rye, all?
Anagrams for Maggie Robinson Means Romance which can be forced to tell a bizarre love story : Moonbeams smearing ignorance. Mom’s engineering cabana room. Manana coming; seeing sombrero. Micromanage mooning bareness. Macabre signora mooning semen…. I’m picturing a nighttime tryst with a naked but not-quite-bright cabana boy in Cabo right about now. He’s got a great butt, too.
And last, but not least, the Too True To Life randomly-selected-winner-picked-from-a-pile-of-tiny-folded-papers-in-a-big-red-Solo-cup-with-my-eyes-closed is My Joist.
That would be, Misty Jo, of course. E-mail me at email@example.com with your mailing address and your prizes will be on the way.
Thank you all so much for making my weekend so entertaining! I wish I had a prize for every one of you. Please come back to visit again. I want to learn more…TMI is never enough.