How are you today? Are you YOU today? There are possibly infinite versions of you in existence. There are possibly infinite existences, with infinite variations of you within each one. If you're reading this while taking a big hairy shit, there's a potential reality where that shit is taking a big hairy you. I don't know what pop sockets look like there, but I'll bet they fucking stink! There might just be a variation of me out there that isn't funny whatsoever. "Oh, well that must be the dimension I live in, because you're not funny to me here." You can go ahead and eat a dick! There's also a universe where dicks eat you. Can you imagine that? A gigantic purple headed yogurt slinger chasing you down like Pac-Man wearing a turtleneck, You had better throw out some cherries, bananas, or strawberries to distract it. Those man-eating cocks be loving some fruit. Have sweet dreams!
