Oh fun! I bought a copy of this book years ago, it was cathartic after "serving" under a boss who was particularly conflicted with the gift of being a bullshitt

Oh fun! I bought a copy of this book years ago, it was cathartic after "serving" under a boss who was particularly conflicted with the gift of being a bullshitter. I eventually used the book as a shim - a sort of layer of protection for my desk from the clamp of a microphone boom that I had to clamp down on the desk very tightly. It would threaten to fall off constantly, and On Bullshit was the perfect protection - small and thin but, most importantly, also hard-covered. It acted as a shim between the clamp and the desk I was protecting. Eventually I got a better mic arm (low profile one from Elagato). Since then the book was somewhere around my messy office at all times, lost in the shuffle. My 5 year old son just found it the other week and asked me to read it to him. Luckily he can't yet read, so the big glaring letters ON BULLSHIT on the cover weren't interpreted. I was failing to come up with good excuse as to why I couldn't read this to him, even starting to sweat a little. He's a persistent one, so I had to word my response carefully, else risk a drawn out argument. Yes, an argument with a 5 year old. Finally I blurted out "it doesn't have any pictures!" and that...worked?! "Oh, it's an adult book?" ... "uhhh yes that's it, an adult book!" Crisis averted with a little bullshit.