Oppenheimer thinks he’s hot shit by splitting the atom, eh?
Yeah, well, I once triggered a nuclear blast by fucking my best friend’s wife.
I didn’t need some bullshit Big Government Big Science Military Industrial Megaplex Taxpayer Funded Ultra-Handout to break those bonds-ha!
Impressive . . . yet I didn’t get one booking on one daytime talk show.
Really makes me question the overall decision making process of all those Jerry Springer types, y’know?
It’s like they got no sense of what makes for a quality guest . . . which strongly suggests they got no sense of what makes for quality televisual programming.
It’s tough stuff.
But you know what?
These insights into the harsh truths that underlie the sugar coated topping of our tiny little lives . . . that’s where the real action is, isn’t it?
Fuckin’ A thru Z.
