Our universe, with all its wonders and our hyper-inflated egos, is a tiny particle of dirt on a the wing of a fly on a cowshit in the area of Brija, a village near Shithole, the regional capital of Nowhere, one of the five main regions of Cuntlicker, one of the poorest third world countries on lost planet, the name of which I can't remember. Except it's all in another time frame. Now prove me wrong!
