My apartment is infested with little mutant insects that are too cute to kill. At least, I like to think of them as miniature mutants. Otherwise, my place is just infested with bugs -- and that reality is unacceptable. I need to mentally weave a story that will make me comfortable with my living situation. The current illusion that I've been telling myself is a can of mutagen spilled underneath my sink and a mother insect laid eggs in the ooze, giving birth to a race of very tiny insects that will telepathically communicate to warn me of an earthquake before it happens. Currently, these psychic bugs have an extreme fascination with my box of Raisin Bran. It's cool, they can have some as long as they actively play a part in saving my life in the wake of a cataclysmic natural disaster.
Brock Lesnar doesn't have this problem. I'm sure the average man is considered an insect to this guy. If your name doesn't begin with 'Divertic', then you have no hope of stopping the original frate trane. Yes, that's spelled correctly.
Lesnar has a new book out called 'Death Clutch' and he really wants you to read it. So much in fact that you can go through the first fifty pages of the book for absolutely free. Harper Collins Canada has enabled readers to crack open the hardcover edition of his book just by clicking here. You can also click here and read it. Both of those links go to the same page, so enjoy your illusion of choice. [Source]