Psycho Proctologists and the Flaming Buttholes of Doom (Psycho Proctologists #1)
Book Details
Author(s)
W.W. Pecker
Publisher
Peckerhead Press
ISBN / ASIN
B009QN3LIA
ISBN-13
978B009QN3LI4
Sales Rank
#1,263,076
Marketplace
United States 🇺🇸
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Description
Forget Fifty Shades of Gray, this book is fifty shades blacker than your a**hole . . .
Michael McLaren is Hollywood’s proctologist to the stars. In Tinseltown, there’s no shortage of famous people who need things discreetly removed from their sphincters--or who want things shoved up there. Either way, business is good.
But when he discovers that demons dwell in the darkest crevices of existence, he’s unwittingly initiated into a secret society of demon hunters:
The Psycho Proctologists.
The world may think they’re crazy, but they’re all that’s standing between you and the Armageddon.
Because when flaming buttholes threaten to doom humanity as we know it, who ya gonna call?
A butt doctor.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W.W. Pecker is the top-secret pen name of an award-winning author.
No, really. It wasn’t the Nobel Prize, or even the Pullitzer, but it was an award for writing, dammit. And no, it wasn’t his third grade teacher’s class prize, either. Geez. Cynical, much?
When he’s not writing, he can usually be found watching porn on the internet.
Michael McLaren is Hollywood’s proctologist to the stars. In Tinseltown, there’s no shortage of famous people who need things discreetly removed from their sphincters--or who want things shoved up there. Either way, business is good.
But when he discovers that demons dwell in the darkest crevices of existence, he’s unwittingly initiated into a secret society of demon hunters:
The Psycho Proctologists.
The world may think they’re crazy, but they’re all that’s standing between you and the Armageddon.
Because when flaming buttholes threaten to doom humanity as we know it, who ya gonna call?
A butt doctor.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W.W. Pecker is the top-secret pen name of an award-winning author.
No, really. It wasn’t the Nobel Prize, or even the Pullitzer, but it was an award for writing, dammit. And no, it wasn’t his third grade teacher’s class prize, either. Geez. Cynical, much?
When he’s not writing, he can usually be found watching porn on the internet.
