Man. I’m at a loss for words. If you feel brave, take a look at the storybook here.
This gem of literature is just too priceless for mere words. Nevertheless, I shall humbly submit a few observations, after the jump (do read the storybook before going on).
- Did you notice the repetitions, or how there were repetitions, or even how a lot was being repeated?
- Did you notice that the author’s name is Sylvia, and she has seven daughters and a son – and that the main character in the book is female, has six sisters, a brother, and a mother named Sylvia? Man it sucks to be Latawnya Scott Gibson right now.
- You can die of an overdose of weed? How do you OD on weed anyway?1
- WHAT THE FUCK?
- How was that piece ever printed? As a publisher and editor, I’m astonished, nay, flabberghasted at this utter waste of paper!
- Damn, I can’t even ridicule this properly, it’s left me speechless.
But what really get’s me is the suggested method of education: Think about whether something is good or bad without doing what other people tell you to. Instead, use your own brain and listen to mommy and daddy.
Does it require a full frontal lobotomy2 to appreciate this shit? Do I want to know?
There’s one good side to this, though: I feel vindicated for having decided that wtf might be a tag I’ll use more than once.
- Or perhaps, do you know of any other commonly available drugs that you smoke in a spliff? [↩]
- Sorry, Tony. [↩]
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