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Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut (REVIEW)

This book holds a very special place in my heart. I cannot possibly begin to overstate the impact that Kurt Vonnegut has had on my life. The dude, in my eyes, was a goddamn saint — a title which I am sure he would have eventually come to accept in his own, cheeky way.

I mean, there really is no better way to demonstrate to you all the level of appreciation I have for this man than to acknowledge the fact that, as I write this, I am sipping lukewarm water with fennel seeds (and a couple of lemon seeds, too, as I am not the best at flawlessly extracting the juice) from a mug with his face and name on it, along with a number of his quotes.

It is the best thing I own. I remember a few weeks ago, I accidentally dropped it in the sink while trying to pour some oats in my green tea (if you have not yet tried this combination, I would highly suggest it) and the handle broke off. The next day, I rode my bicycle all the way to the nearest Wal-Mart (which was about three miles away) to buy some cyanoacrylate.

I was not giving up my Kurt Kup™ that easily.

One of my favorite quotes on the cup (though all of them are nothing short of gospel to me) is the following:

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.

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