From hating on the little irks that happen now and then (like the water that squirts out of the mustard bottle) to hating on the unfortunate realities of world (like that superheroes don't exist... but villains do), this title lets you learn what it really means to hate.
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I hate that I'm going bald. I hate that I still make fun of bald people. I hate karma. Amateur haters, step aside. Time to learn what it really means to be miserable. Because this guy hates everything. From hating the little irks that happen now and then (like the water that squirts out of the mustard bottle) to hating the unfortunate realities of today's world (like that superheroes don't exist...but villains do), Matthew DiBenedetti tells readers how he really feels. With such a variety of miserable musings, you'll find something to laugh at-and someone to loathe with-in this book.