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In the Category of Erotica Blurb Fail: Touching all her senses, the balmy night air and the glowing water swirling around her hips make Julie's initiation into three-way debauchery a near-magical rite of passage.
Three-way debauchery in glowing water (do we want to know why it glows?) is a rite of passage? Damn, they never told me that in high school! What else am I missing?
SW: 178.0 (1/1/2013)
GW: I'll know when I get there!
It worked!!! You did internets magics Gay Panda!
*magical flames of ecstatic bliss for you*
(they don't always have to be sexual you know...)
I HAVE THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL!!! Or something.
That three-way blurb is so bad that I almost want to buy the book in the hopes that the badness continues. Maybe it reflects a failure of imagination on my part that I have never thought of a three-way in such fashion, as a near-magical rite of passage.
When erotica fails, it fails hard. So hard. * snerk *
There are so many wonderful Fails to be found on Amazon!!! I finally have something to post about on Twitter, since "Panda is sitting in the recliner." is not a particularly interesting Tweet.
One lovely author who writes military fiction wrote that anyone who does not buy her books hates America. Yes, HATES it. Do you want to be known as someone who hates America? No? Then you have to buy her books and leave excellent reviews. Leaving anything less than glowing five-star reviews ALSO means that you hate America.
Love the picture and how I MISS that cat. The house doesn't feel right without her stampeding around after Benign Poltergeist.
On a completely unrelated topic, I discovered a most terrible Erotica Fail on Amazon. As the amorous couple engaged in a feverish bout of wild kissing, they were described as getting 'cockpit crunch'. I do not know what that is, but I hope they get a cream for it.
And since this journal should have at least a token message about food, last night Lady Friend went to a restaurant that charged $18 for a cheese plate. Upon the plate were three (only THREE) pieces of cheese, and a little garnish. I think for that much money, the cheese should have given her magical powers.