Have you noticed that when you re in a bookstore, and you re reading a book of jokes or meditations or moving little chicken-soup stories or deep thoughts, the first few in the book are very meaningful and funny and enjoyable? But when you buy the book and take it home, most the ones after that are really lame and just seem to be taking up space. So you have to ask yourself, What kind of a dope-jerk-moron am I for dishing out $11 dollars for this piece of crap?
