And I'm sick of it. Who cares why we're here? What matters is what we do with our time while we're here. Who cares if there's life after death? We can't take it with us. And who knows what love is? I don't even understand how a thermos works. I just accept it and thank the all-powerful thermos god that it does.

You see, from day to day, we don't deal with these major metaphysical issues. We deal with the little things. The inane things. The petty things. And yes, well, the stupid things.

We ask ourselves ridiculous questions about our bodies, our friends, our families. Questions about TV shows, and movies, and music. Questions about belly buttons, and airplane crashes, and sex, and elevators, and spontaneous combustion, and dozens of other incredibly silly but immensely interesting subjects.

And it's time we had an international forum on these subjects as well. It's time we focused on the issues we all really talk about when we're out with friends or standing around the water cooler at work. This book will help us to start that dialogue. Within it are hundreds of stupid questions, all of them quite worthy of discussion, and all with no right or wrong answers to worry about. That, I leave up to you.