
Hack realized that he hadn’t cranked out a novel about the horrors of reefer in a while so he wrote this. Be careful out there!
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Hack realized that he hadn’t cranked out a novel about the horrors of reefer in a while so he wrote this. Be careful out there!
Hack went to dinner with a platonic female friend who made the mistake of wearing a low-cut tank top, and Hack realized that he had been unknowingly staring at her cleavage while they talked. He couldn’t pin down how long his eyes were glued to her chest, but he figured it was somewhere between fifteen seconds and forty-five minutes, so he immediately went home and wrote this novel about how all men lose their rational mind at the glimpse of even the outline of a female mammary gland.
I’ll say this for the book; it’s medically accurate.
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Spoiler Alert: he was not handsome enough for that.