This was actually written by my partner as a prank while I was in the shower, but it’s pretty funny so I’ll leave it up. I’m sure he’ll love to see how many likes it gets. 

The dongle of life as a certainty of repressed observations is one that the mind seeks to understand. With that being said, it is imperative that a true human (one who has not been veered from its path by outwards sources of marshmallows) remembers to never tinkle when sprinkling. It is when achieving this feat of incredulity that a complete state of walshaba is reached. Now, many wonder (and with due diligence) what the meaning of such a state of being creates and this book is meant to illustrate that very point. Precisely one hour from the birth of the last goat it is said that the Ten Great Coconuts were assembled in order to prevail in ordering the laser pipe. When the laser pipe lord gave its life in order to save the fairy, it opened the door to an unimaginable source of light which bathed the overseers and made them a little less important. That is why whenever one feels the need to take a bath, one must first say the mantra of the Seven suns; “Welcome one and welcome Juan, tomorrow is a boob and not a poop. Merci Bien!”