Late on Sunday night, I finished The Salmon of Truth by Douglas Adams. The fiction portion at the end was amusing, but the two thirds that are non-fiction made me want to claw my eyes out. His writing about HALs was shockingly unfunny, and like most atheists, he considered Christians "otherwise intelligent people." If I had met him in real life, I would have refused to shack his hand. Since he's dead, I'm going to enjoy a little chuckle at the thought of him buring in Hell for all eternity. Hee hee hee. What an asshole.

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Have a prankish night.