And you thought THIS was a bad name for a book. My good friend Gary took it upon himself to send me the book version of a broken bottle rammed in my eyeballs: “Games You Can Play With Your Pussy.” I’ll scan more from this in the days to come, because I don’t think mankind is ready for this yet. In fact, it’s actually better if you don’t know what this book has in it. Here’s two pictures of what’s inside though, and for now, that’s all you’re gonna want to see. Trust me.:

Shown: Nazi Pussy. Also the name of Quentin Tarantino’s next movie.

Shown: I’d rather hear Clint Eastwood sing than ever see this picture again.

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