Because I shouldn't have to suffer alone

There was absolutely no reason for me to see what I'm about to share with you. It was an absent-minded click-through - by the time I realized what I was reading, it was too late to turn away. Much like rolling upon the mangled remains of a car, only to realize the bloodied victims still sit within, my eyes were transfixed on the horror... the horror. And I'm going out of my head suffering in silence.

Imagine Christopher Hitchens...


Now imagine Christopher Hitchens having his balls waxed.

The image is already seared into your consciousness. May as well read the gory details.