Once upon a time there was this fat sack of shit. The fat sack of shit was about thirty years old, but he had never even seen a naked woman, and he was so pathetic he was even too shy to go to a titty bar or a whorehouse or something, so he sat around his house eating ho-hos and jerking off and crying himself to sleep every night. He couldn’t stop eating ho-hos and he died, and he was so fat they couldn’t fit him in a coffin so they buried him in a refrigerator box. There is no god. THE END
The World's Greatest and Most Elusive Philosopher Speaks
