Where Are My Pants?: A must-have book in every toilet.

"This book will kill you!” A slightly demented author pours out his black heart in these pages in an effort to enthral you and take you on a fascinating journey that spans eight years – from the time he was a fucking idiot to now, a thirty-year-old misanthropic prick. You will die when you read this book. You will either by laugh yourself to death or you will rip your arm off and beat yourself to death with it for buying the book. There is only one way to find out. Sex and violence. Men and women. Indians and Americans. Cops and robbers. Idiots and assholes. Love and hate. Coffee and tea. This book has it all. Stop wasting money on health food, those lame electronic cigarettes and those hideously large textbooks that give Nicki Minaj’s ass implants a run for their money, and buy this damn thing already.