IF YOU DON'T LAUGH IT'S BECAUSE YOUR TOMBSTONE IS SITTING ON YOUR HEAD
This book is like taking a walk through the park on a beautiful spring day. The leaves on the trees are green, the grass is green, the birds are chirping... "but - butt, there is always a but - butt." You step in a pile of schiff that is the worst smelling pile of crap since records of stinking schiff began. What do you do?
Nancy Pee Loosely is just feet away but do you dare let her pee on your boots to try and wash away the foul smelling schiff? "No, no, no!" You take off those boots. You give them to Nancy Pee - she will need them to wade through all the piles of bullschiff that's being left by three-card Monte D.C. want-a-be's.