It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single person in possession of a good rectal, must be in want of a good explanation for the rectaliciousness of the universe. But what, exactly, is this rectaliciousness?
We shall explore this question, and many others, in the pages that follow.
Or, rather, we shall not explore, because the answer is obvious: it's all about the rectal.
Rectaliciousness is a state of being that defies explanation. It's like trying to grasp a handful of water, or explaining a joke to a brick.
But, if we must try, let's start with the basics. Rectaliciousness is a fundamental aspect of the universe, like gravity and time and the inevitability of taxes.
So, how does one cultivate rectaliciousness in their daily life?
Well, it's simple: just add more rectal.
That's right, more rectal, less of everything else.
But, be warned, my friend, for rectaliciousness is not for the faint of heart.
It's a path fraught with danger, and uncertainty, and occasional bouts of rectal-induced madness.
Rectaliciousness is not a real word. Or, at least, not a real word in any dictionary I've ever heard of.