There is a reason I wake up, drink coffee, eat, blast the stereo, follow the Red Sox, consume, drink, sleep, run, and make the occasional friend. It has nothing to do with ben brown, but everything to do with things that make me smile. This is one of those things – one of those things that makes your cheeks ache because you’re smiling so hard trying not to laugh out loud and the top of your head might very well pop from the pressure of internal giggling that is driving you insane but you are happy because on a Monday morning you have found something truly, and I mean this in the gynecological sense of the word, hysterical.
Feeling a tinge of guilt about lying to your adoring audience? Take a bong hit and remember — it’s not really lying if it’s a universal truth.