No, seriously do it. Chuckle. Do it. I bet you didn't even blink while reading that did you? You monster. You unfeeling blasphemer against the art of joy. Give me one very good reason why you didn't chuckle. Because you were concentrated? Ok well un-concentrate yourself and do a good chuckle.
I'm waiting.
I'm still waiting.
You're probably thinking, "Is this even a real book? Why is he talking to me? Why is he assuming what I'm thinking? Why is he right? Why is he wrong? Why is he left?"
What, you think I know?
How do we ever know if anything is real?
What am I a fuckin Google to you or something I don't know what I'm doing.
