You're Beautiful

I'd like to share a very personal story with everyone right now. It's the story of an engineering school dropout trying to make it in a big city. One day this young man got stoned in his shitty little basement apartment and went to ride the public transit downtown: standing wedged in with the multitude of other fellow citizens, holding onto one of the many vertical bars for balance, he noticed an exceptionally pretty girl. Maybe it was his particular mood or disposition on that day, but he was struck with this woman's exceptional beauty and he knew that all he wanted was to love her and he knew that he would never get to—that he could never be with this radiant young woman and he found it at once painful and a deeply emotional feeling of being alive. The name of that man? James Blunt. He wrote a song about it and the rest is history.

Read that paragraph again. If you still see the same thing then I'll help you out: it actually says, "Fuck you readers of Furious M." Comedy writers call it a "we hate the audience" joke.

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