so, it’s father’s day this weekend. many of you may have forgotten, because you’ve gotten all involved in hockey or world cup or game of thrones finale preparations. but calm down, there’s still time to get the man who already has everything the gift that keeps on giving: discomfort. deep, awkward, soul-squicking discomfort. in the form of this book. because ho-lee shit, if there was ever a buy-yourself-a-tape-recorder moment, that title is it.
oh, man – and i just found this alternate cover – look at how traumatized that child is. her parents are monsters.
HAPPY FATHER”S DAY, DADDY!!
i might just get you a tie instead.
oh, god, and here is another of his titles. i feel as though i am being directly addressed here!
hard pass, freak.