You are most welcome, my friend. I should feel bad reviewing this as harshly as I did, what with Kisner no longer with us and all, but great snapping buttholes, it's just so bad it's bad, and not in the "ha-ha, funny" way either. Kisner plays it so straight here, with every depraved and perverse act trying to one-up the last, but he just wasn't up to any of the tasks required of a novelist.

It's memorable for all the wrong reasons, and damn painful to get through (I started reading it on the 14th of September, and only finished it today, October 3rd). How this grease-slicked fart-stain racked up a 3.04 / 5.00 rating on Goodreads is beyond my comprehension. :)