…is advice I wold not take, not even after a heavy night of drinking and magic mushrooms. Sure, you’d get closure, but the sort that comes after the stitches has healed. It also the stupidest book title this year. Actually, it’s official title is the “oddest book” in The Bookseller trade magazine’s competition. If you think I made this up, I did not. Here’s proof (although I am not sure why I need to justify myself):
The runner up in this competition had an equally intriguing, if somewhat disturbingly titillating title:
I was Tortured By the Pygmy Love Queen. More unnecessary justification:
Others in the competition included:
“Cheese Problems Solved”
“How to Write a How to Write Book”
“Are Women Human? And Other International Dialogues”
In the past, these title have taken the cheese:
“Proceedings of the Second International Workshop on Nude Mice”
“Joy of Chickens”
“The Theory of Lengthwise Rolling”
“Lesbian Sadomasochism Safety Manual”
“Living with Crazy Buttocks”
My favourite is pobably:
“Bombproof Your Horse”
The author sure made some pretty crazy assumptions.
Other non-related stuff, tagged “chicken”
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send friends some crazy
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