The countdown to vacation is ON. Been killin' time lately by reading some classics. This is my new favourite book of all time. The eccentricities of protaganist Ignatius J. Reilly made me chortle (and nearly shart) out loud. Oh why John Kennedy Toole did you take the fatal exhaust pipe bong hit at such a young age!
Side note: I once sharted whilst inside a hipster bar in Windsor, Ontario. We were discussing the brilliant subtleties of Sigor Ros and all of a sudden I 'touched cloth.' Naturally, I finished my pint, slipped out the door and into a new pair of underoos.
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