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Did you know that the words guarantee and warranty come from just a miscommunication on pronunciation? So, when the English first met the French they totally knocked lingual boots and spit out hundreds of bastard Siamese twin words like that gem right there. But that’s just the grease on the pan here at the Neave, we can’t guarantee you factoids like this on the regular, nor will your warranty remain after you’ve cracked us open to fiddle with our jigglesticks.
Instead, we can provide you with what makes us tick, schematics on our mindwaves and goings-on under the proverbial hood. We are an avant-garde blog on the cusp of publication technology, pushing content at you with ferocity and spunk. Our writers are plucked from the finest selection of opinionated, risky thinkers on the interwebs. We run a tight ship. It is incredibly likely that through further fornication and continual copulation of our brainbuckets we may ring you through a couple more new words and new ideas.But that’s yours, take it. Keep it, love it. Just hold us locked, cocked and reloaded on your home page and we’ll deliver the freshest ramble you can handle.
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