Anyone want to help me understand what’s being said about one of my books here? If not, just try and tell me that gazing unto the gleefully cherubic face of “Uber Mich” doesn’t make you feel … happy? Optimistic? Like you haven’t quite found the magical medical prescription for you yet?
Uber Mich! You da man! (Unless you’re telling everyone not to buy my book. Oh, what the heck. Even then. How can I possibly stay mad at you?)