I concur. Hypothetically.

Life has so many wonderful experiences to offer. Like sleep. Or ingestion and evacuation. But I find life offers few opportunities more rewarding than screaming like a maniac until your voice cracks with the strain, so that the entire universe can share in your distress. That’s what life is all about, right? The sheer exhilarating thrill of nonstop crying at the top of your lungs. It’s such an important part of why we are here—why would anybody ever want to do anything else?

Don’t get me wrong—I like squirming, drooling, and sporadically attempting to focus on colors and shapes as much as the next guy. But of all the various activities one can choose to pursue in life, crying is tops as far as I’m concerned. In my opinion, I find nothing is more fulfilling than a good steady holler. It takes no experience to begin, and within moments, all one’s needs are instantly met! It’s my favorite part of the day.

Heck, I’m crying right now!

He’s not gay, he’s a Jew. My frat brother’s dad used to beat him up all the time when the jewboy was coming home from Hebe School with his little beanie on.