"Kinch, y'ever knock a nasty squishy shit from your buttocks and wonda how it came to be? What the ever livin fuck did I have for breakfast yesterday? Perhaps a bit of grilled bone, some spotted dick in the pub? Deus miserere in ano est. God don't listen Kinch, do he! He put a goddamned squelchy poop in your colon, and to top it off, make it juicy. We certainly are the damned of the earth, what think ya Stephen?"
What the FUCK was his PROBLEM!
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Carl Jung thought he was a schizophrenic after reading Ulysses, jeez I can't tell why.