You haven't *really* read a book unless it was tattooed on the entrails of a one-eyed goat under the full moon during the winter solstice. While wearing a piece of rutabaga on your head.
You haven't *really* read a book unless it was tattooed on the entrails of a one-eyed goat under the full moon during the winter solstice. While wearing a piece of rutabaga on your head.