Fun Times Ahead

Bowel movements! Genital injury! Weird Sex Stuff! Torture! If these things do not interest you, then you can probably skip reading this book. I mean, one of the stories is called Shooting Leprechauns in the Testicles. What kind of sick person reads a story like that?
If I had to pick a category to describe these stories, I would say dark sci-fi comedy. Actually, three categories I guess. But that is what you’re getting here: lies and lack of focus variety! This is the kind of book that pulls you in with realism and believable characters then throws in aliens that are impressed by poop. That tackles delicate subject matter with inappropriate dark humour; grabs your interest then mocks you for enjoying it. It is an acquired taste like black licorice or cheap scotch whiskey, in that maybe it requires a lack of taste. But if you enjoy it, who cares? A guilty pleasure is worth the bad breath.