Every now and again, something makes me chuckle. Not one of those half-hearted chortles you're used to hearing from the people you tell your inane knock-knock jokes to. No this is a real, ALMOST laugh. On occasion this turns into an actual laugh.
McSweeney's catalogue of hilarity is something that I've reveled in for a while. My mother actually turned me onto the collection with one of their short story compendiums, with greatest hits like, "Why does the Death Star Need a Trash Compactor?" That's a fucking brilliant essay, and it hits on both my geekiness and inquisitiveness genes. It's fucking brilliant. Well, so is THIS!
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