I'll do funny, I thought. Nobody, apparently, wants to read my depressing poetry (my book's sold, like two copies; it's embarrassing), but everybody wants to laugh.

This post starts out with some cursing in the first sentence, which is always a fabulous way to start any piece of writing. Seriously, the next time that you have to write a resume or an affidavit or a sermon, try to work a fuck in there somewhere. Parishioners will fall out of their pews, yes, but they will be falling out because of pure transgressive joy.