Friday, August 13, 2010

Book of the Week

Well, cover of the week, at least: I wouldn't wish this read even on Dick Cheney... okay, maybe him but nobody else, it's that bad. Reading this book will leave you feeling as though you just rode through the desert bareback on a donkey for forty days. If that's your thing, go for it, but don't say I didn't warn you.

Dig the lady's low-g thighs. She didn't heed the warning about leathery winged types harassing females on the moon. Thank the good lord she didn't wear her Gumby print underwear. Still, she has her dignity. Observe how she averts her eyes from the little bone pile.

I'm being carried off to who knows what kind of horrible fate, she thinks, and I'm catching a lunar chill, but I must not look at that skull. It isn't there. I'll do my breathing and pretend this is a yoga exercise.

With what does Satan's orbit intersect, exactly? For starters, I didn't know he was in orbit, which strikes me as a better place than down here with us. He was down once, of that we have proof, long enough at least to pen a novel under the name Ian Wallace.

3 comments:

thedickdujour said...

Yikes! I hope you didn't spend too much time reading this. Off topic, I'm always amazed to hear about Cheney having heart problems because I'm continually stunned that he has a heart :)

James MacAdam said...

You and me both, dujour.

imelda said...

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