Monday, March 29, 2010

More bad literary sex

A new reader who we shall not identify because he is a notable man about town writes:  "Just to join the fray...I put down Philip Caputo's latest book, 'Crossers,' immediately after reading this, on page 192:  Billy pumped her full of the sweet marmalade of his little limb.' Urf."

I am not quite sure what the exact translation of "urf" is, but it clearly applies here.  If you want to find out what happened to the "little limb" and its magical marmalade-pumping powers, you can order Crossers right this very minute through the little blue link.

And oh, we are loving this bad sex.  Readers, pillage your book shelves and send us more!  I simply must insist.

1 comment:

kitler said...

Urf, indeed.