The Stork Ate My Brother...And Other Totally Believable Stories

If you've just fallen into this beguiling treasure, then it's in your best interest to just spank yourself and throw this book back in the vault where you found it. Because once opened, fabulous words that grow into sentences and paragraphs and stories will leave you with a massive rock-solid sense of the surreal. Leave now and we can both forget about this momentary plunge of lusciousness your eyes were about to feast on. Go Prevail upon the legendary badassery life that is yours elsewhere. You have been thanked for your no-obligation, risk-free read of this secure blurb and I wish you a deliriously happy day to conquer, so again, return this mischievous magical book in the sealed place where it was found. It was magnificent that you even came here, and we had a great time, but I understand that you are magnanimous enough to allow someone else to be shocked as they bumble and mire through this authentic display of odd quirky clever humorous whimsical stream-of-consciousness anthropomorphic story-telling, with its cringe-worthy fright and jubilant cheer. We've both profited from this saucy and tawdry interaction and we would both agree it's best to go our separate ways should you choose not to have a wordplay climax. Please eat some biscuits for me. And then wipe your mouth because you'll probably have some crumbs and I honestly don't want you to embarrass yourself because you're a good person.