The cover of this book compares the author to Dave Barry on speed; if that’s the case, that explains why this author outran the funny.
The book is a collection of humor pieces that depend upon continual tropes of drug use, sexual situations, bashing conservatives, and….well, that’s about it. If you cannot buy into the voice, you don’t get into the mirth. I didn’t buy into the voice, so I didn’t really care for the book.
The less said about it, the better, I guess.
