This morning, as is my wont, I found myself thinking, "Hmmmm, what shall I pontificate about today?" And each idea that popped into my head, bred a train of thought, both rambling and ranting, which led me to the same unsurprising conclusion..."Nathan; you're full of shit!"
And so, I invite you, who I daresay may be living in states of exquisite denial regarding your own craptaculent repleteness, to pile on...as it were. I beg thee...tell me all the ways, both real and imagined, in which I am...full of shit. Please recount specific instances. Making them up out of whole cloth is not only permissible; it is to be encouraged.
Have at it.