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I found this to be the funniest book I have ever read, hands down. xD It's by David Sedaris, and is a book of essays about his life. One of the few books that kept me laughing out loud throughout its entirety.
Here is a short bit: He's in his 40s, in college in France, with a bunch of people who don't speak the language either. They are attempting to explain to one of the students the meaning of Easter, in French. (hopefully this won't offend anyone).
The teacher called upon the rest of us to explain.
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of God who call his self Jesus and... oh, shit." She faltered and her fellow country-man came to her aid.
"He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two...morsels of... lumber."
The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.
"He die one day then he go above my head to live with your father."
"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples."
"He nice, the Jesus."
"He makes the good things, and on Easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today."
[...]
Nothing we said was of any help to the Moroccan student. A dead man with long hair supposedly living with her father, a leg of lamb served with plam fronds and chocolate; equally confuesd and disguested, she shruggesd her shoulders and turned her attention back to the comic book she kept hidden in her binder.
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And so on. The book captures highlights from Sedaris' life, such as battling his lisp, his struggles as a drugged-up artist, his hysterical account of the time spent in various jobs such as teacher, housekeeper, and mover, his Midget instuctor and The Youth in Asia who killed his cat, and so on. A great read for anyone looking for a laugh.
Here is a short bit: He's in his 40s, in college in France, with a bunch of people who don't speak the language either. They are attempting to explain to one of the students the meaning of Easter, in French. (hopefully this won't offend anyone).
The teacher called upon the rest of us to explain.
The Poles led the charge to the best of their ability. "It is," said one, "a party for the little boy of God who call his self Jesus and... oh, shit." She faltered and her fellow country-man came to her aid.
"He call his self Jesus and then he die one day on two...morsels of... lumber."
The rest of the class jumped in, offering bits of information that would have given the pope an aneurysm.
"He die one day then he go above my head to live with your father."
"He weared of himself the long hair and after he die, the first day he come back here for to say hello to the peoples."
"He nice, the Jesus."
"He makes the good things, and on Easter we be sad because somebody makes him dead today."
[...]
Nothing we said was of any help to the Moroccan student. A dead man with long hair supposedly living with her father, a leg of lamb served with plam fronds and chocolate; equally confuesd and disguested, she shruggesd her shoulders and turned her attention back to the comic book she kept hidden in her binder.
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And so on. The book captures highlights from Sedaris' life, such as battling his lisp, his struggles as a drugged-up artist, his hysterical account of the time spent in various jobs such as teacher, housekeeper, and mover, his Midget instuctor and The Youth in Asia who killed his cat, and so on. A great read for anyone looking for a laugh.
