A Lil' Sumpin' Sumpin': Who Is So Stupid as To Actually Need This Book?

Thursday, April 30, 2009

I can not believe that someone published this...

Shamwow.

GMApril 30, 2009 at 9:32 PM
Ha. There is literally a book for EVERYONE out there.
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A Lil Sumpin' Sumpin'April 30, 2009 at 9:39 PM
That's a nice way of looking at it!
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GabiMay 1, 2009 at 11:19 AM
Seriously...? I repeat: Seriously?

Well, on the bright side, if this book got published (and apparently is on its second edition), that means there's still hope! Yay!
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AllaryMay 2, 2009 at 2:12 AM
Not gonna lie. We have the first edition (inspired by Paul McCartney) at home. My father's a vegetarian and we go to Disney every august. I don't think anyone in the house has actually read it though.
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AnonymousMay 2, 2009 at 10:52 AM
that's pretty funny!
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A Lil Sumpin' Sumpin'May 2, 2009 at 2:01 PM
Bwah ha ha ha!!!!!!
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Book Reviews

I have devised a rating system that connects my love of books to another love: ice cream.

5 scoops= perfection

You must read this book or your

life will not be complete.

4 scoops= great

You should totally put this book

on the top of your reading list.

3 scoops= good

You should add this book

to your reading list.

2 scoops= okay

Read it if you have

nothing better to do.

1 scoop= bad

there is no reason to Tead this book

empty bowl= atrocious

Do not read this book.

Boycott this book.

Run away from this book.

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From "Night Life" by Bruce Holland Rogers: She woke while it was still dark except for under the table where the night light glowed, and she heard the mousy sounds of the sleeping house and the whisper of trees moving against the moon.
From "How to Talk to Your Mother" by Lorrie Moore: He plants kisses on the sloping ramp of your neck, and you fall asleep against him, your underpants peeled and rolled around one thigh like a bride’s garter.

A Lil' Sumpin' Sumpin'