Do not hate me because I live in beautiful…
or
Twenty one ways to stop a charging rhinoceros

Hail and well met, govies. While browsing through the new jimfandangled TFJ site, I noticed a common occurrence of whining by the compilers that there was not enough material to post. Well, here you go… material:

While wandering through the streets, I often stop an ask myself: "Why?" "Why what?" "Stop it, you know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity" "Fine, I'll quit… wait a minute, who are you to say to myself that I should stop talking to myself to justify sanity when you (who is me) is talking to myself to deliver the message in the first place?" "Huh?" "Hey! Someone dropped half a Baby Ruth! I like Baby Ruths!" "Why?" Indeed, govies, why? Why would someone drop half of a Baby Ruth? When purchasing a candy bar, I generally intend on eating it… the whole thing. And, say it turns out I hate Baby Ruths but only bought one because of their product placement in the 80's flick, The Goonies… I wouldn't eat half of it and drop it on the ground. I'd give it to a friend, or try to sell it back to the vending machine. After a long argument with the #$^#@! thing, I realize… Ohh, I'm talking to myself again. "Sorry me." "Forgiven." So, what's the point here? Is there a point? Was this even really material? That is up to you to decide. I, on the other hand, am preoccupied… I just found half a Baby Ruth.