Some people say the Messiah is coming; I say, I am already here.
Warning: This book contains copious amounts of farting. And ginger ale.
Seriously. Judging from the copious amount of times ginger ale is mentioned, I can deduce one of three things:
a) the author really, really, REALLY likes ginger ale,
b) ginger ale is somehow a very profound motif meant to represent the meaning of life, or
c) the author is secretly conspiring with/sponsoring every ginger ale company in the world.