Everyone loves Bingus. Nobody doesn’t love Bingus. Those who pretend to hate Bingus are secretly afraid of how much they love Bingus. Bingus will never stopped being loved by us all. None of us will ever choose to stop loving Bingus because we all love Bingus. We are born loving Bingus and die loving Bingus. We love Bingus before we even know Bingus. We actually fear death because we fear Bingus might not be there. We haven’t realized yet that Bingus is everywhere. Every particle of reality loves Bingus. So in whatever form we take, we continue loving Bingus; and Bingus will be loved. Love for Bingus is all that’s left, It’s all we’ve ever truly had, And it’s all we’ve ever needed. Bingus, the one and only truth of life.

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Until he punched me in the face.

My fat, autistic son didn't like people very much. Actually, I could hardly remember him speaking to other people at all for quite a while. I remember seeing a 90% off DVD called "Marudo, season 5" or something and bought it. When I showed it to him, he screeched happily, plugged it in, and watched all of it in one sitting. Five days later, he started talking to me about how "Marudo" the Samurai or something could shape shift and create more Marudos. I thought that was super cool! So I went to the store again, and bought another DVD, but this time it was a "Fairy Tale" DVD about a pretty lady and her flying dog. And when I came home, my son was running around with his hands behind his back dressed up just like Marudo. I said "son, what are you doing?" And then he looked at me, screamed something in Chinese, and took out a knife. He threw it right over my head, and yelled, "Hehe, nice work kid, you made me use only 10 percent of my power" and I thought it was a joke.