Come one, come all, to this crazy journey I call a book. Check out Hitler-in-a-dress and suicidal giraffes. See lite-brite Yoda, unicorns in the apocalypse, Kim Jong Un’s penis envy and Trump’s—ahem—mouth. And when you’re done grab a heaping spoonful of poo-stew. Look by chapter, grid view, or just scroll along. I add to the book often…
One of these days I’ll settle on an official title for this book. In the meantime, here are some contenders.