So, this weekend I've got a load of stuff to review. There are a couple of films, a toy and some books. But I'm having a hard time keeping a straight face, thanks to the first book I'm trying to review. It includes such gems as "pay your loving respects to the Lizard King" and tell him how much you love his "Mushroom of Immortality".
Yeah right. I can see that one working brilliantly at giving a bloke the horn rather than making him collapse in hysterics.
But the best bit is the guide to penis reflexology. Yes, apparently the penis has pressure points that 'enliven the corresponding parts of his body, heart and mind'. For example, you can 'soothe his sore throat and cough by concentrating your fingerwork on the coronal ridge which will also encourage him to express his emotions more readily'.
I can see that one working so well.
'Darling, I've got flu so I can't see you tonight.'
'No, it's fine. I'll give you a quick hand-job and it'll all go away.'
And millions of people buy these books. It's depressing.
Posted by emilyd at September 22, 2002 10:57 PM