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  • Hardcover: 272 pages
  • Publisher: Gallery Books; 1st Simon Spotlight Entertainment HC Ed edition (November 4, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1416587853
  • ISBN-13: 978-1416587859
  • Product Dimensions: 1 x 5.7 x 8.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 13.6 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (122 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,012,357 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Jim Norton is an official member of CBS and XM satellite radio's Opie and Anthony Show and is best known for his extremely raunchy brand of humor. He was a regular on both seasons of Comedy Central's Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn, played the caustic Rich on HBO's Lucky Louie, and has starred in his own HBO comedy specials. He has also cohosted the AVN awards twice, and performed his stand-up all over the country, including on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and Late Night with David Letterman, and lives in New York City.

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Heather Mills:
I Am Woman, Hear Me Hop

I think Paul McCartney has lost his fucking mind. It's the only explanation I can come up with as to why he not only would marry a one-legged woman in her thirties, but also knock her up and then divorce her without a prenup. What a complete and utter idiot. This is the equivalent of putting an oscillating fan in front of a giant pussy and throwing $1.5 billion into it. How good of a bang was she, for Pete's sake? When he licked her twat did it open up and sing "Band on the Run"? Or maybe it was the stump that got him; I hear he used to put a fedora on it and pretend it was Jack Ruby. Whatever it was, something about their sex took an otherwise brilliant man and turned his brain into mush (which supports my theory that she was also fucking George Harrison).

If a woman is good in bed, and I mean really good in bed (not just perfunctory moves like winking while she's giving head or queefing the national anthem), there is virtually no limit to what she can motivate a man to do. And I don't want to hear that he loved her; I've seen her interviewed, and she has the personality of the Queen's asshole. She absolutely sucks. But, she is undeniably sexy. There is something about that accent, combined with the rumors that she used to be a high-priced load receptacle, that makes her appealing.

The former secretary of arms dealer (wrong limb, Heather, wrong limb!) Adnan Khashoggi claimed that he paid thousands to sleep with her, and that she was "very athletic" in bed. (Maybe he liked his big Arab balls juggled by a gal who could dismount parallel bars and land with her brown eye directly on his nose.) If she really was an international hooker, it certainly explains why dumb Paul displayed financial Down syndrome. I'm sure Linda was a terrific gal, but there's no way she could've competed in the sack with a girl who fucked swarthy billionaires for a living.

Reading accusations that Heather used to be a whore actually made me want to meet up with her to try to work a little something out. I'd love to pinch and squeeze my hog through my khakis while haggling prices with her: "All right, you drive a hard bargain, but here's what I'll do. You get five hundred if you leave the leg on, or a dollar fifty if you insist on taking it off...minus the cost of fumigating the room. You get another hundred if you let me stick it in your ass, a hundred and fifty if you're bent over wearing a flamingo outfit. And just to show you that I'm not a hard-hearted man, that it's not all dollars and cents, you get fifty more if I accidentally cum in your hair, and an extra fiver if you hop around the room screaming, 'I'm a cunt!' while holding the fake leg against your forehead like a rhinoceros." Negotiations like that would have undoubtedly been good-natured and fun, while sending her the message that my finances would be doled out generously, but not up for grabs. Apparently McCartney was old-school, and not comfortable tossing her a few hundred just to lick his balls while he jerked off in the Bentley.

Heather told Vanity Fair that she offered to sign a prenup so that he would know she loved him for him, and that Sir Lovestruck turned her down (thereby justifying my opening line in the first paragraph). This is the most blatant case of reverse psychology I have ever read, and to fall for it one would have to be completely retarded or completely enthralled by a vagina that's a quarter-century younger than oneself. So for any woman who really doesn't want to sign a prenup, don't fight it -- suggest it! Bring it up aggressively and the pussy-whipped dope you are engaged to will shake his fist and shout, "Stop with all of this prenuptial agreement malarkey, I won't hear of it!"

In the same article she admitted that their favorite thing to do was stay home, where she would cook a meal and he would dance around the room like Fred Astaire. She claimed that watching him like that made her want to eat him up. My heart sunk when I read that. You poor doddering, knighted idiot: Did you really think she would peek out into the living room and dampen her panties watching an old man sashay around like Fred Astaire? She probably loved seeing you dance like that because it implied senility, thereby making it easier to bilk you out of everything.

In the end, I heard she got almost forty-nine million dollars for four years' work, which was over two hundred million less than she asked for. (I've heard so many different figures. Except for the one she should have gotten, which is a fat fucking goose egg.) Not bad. If life was fair, she would have left that marriage with a Beatles Anthology and a bag of pristine left shoes. So much for liking him just for him, huh? Greedy cunt.

The more I've read about their marriage, the more I despise her. I think she took a very well-oiled pussy and used it to rake a great artist over the coals. I have no idea if her allegations of him abusing her are true, although if they're not, they should be. At the risk of sound sexist, when you marry a gentleman who has more than a billion in the bank, an occasional fist to the jaw should not only be taken in stride, it should be expected and welcomed with a smile. Don't be such a tattletale for Christ's sake. Perhaps I'm exposing myself here, but when I read some of her allegations, I cheered loudly for Sir Paul the Batterer. Looking around online, these are a few of the allegations I found against him:

• Heather actually had the audacity to complain that Paul wanted her to make dinner every night. Churlish twat -- she should have hummed a Fred Astaire song and tongued his taint while he ate rice pudding out of her shitty prosthetic. Her whole job in that situation was to keep the breadwinner happy.
• That he pushed her violently when she was pregnant. He probably did the math and realized what another kid would cost him, so he figured a miscarriage would be the equivalent of an eighteen-year tax deferment. Violently shoving a woman when she's pregnant is a bad move, as it is nearly impossible to justify legally. In cases where a linebacker-esque shoulder to the midsection is called for, try the "old whoops-a-daisy" instead. The "old whoops-a-daisy" is achieved when one sticks one's foot out at the top of the stairs, causing the knocked-up gold digger in question to take a Three Stooges tumble down the stairs. While watching the tumble, said gentleman must retract his guilty foot while remarking, "Whoops-a-daisy!" loud enough to be overheard.
• Paul asked her not to breast-feed because he claimed that "they were his breasts" and that he "didn't want a mouth full of breast milk." Bravo! No man in his right mind wants to invest almost a billion dollars in a pair of tits that are going to resemble leaky saddlebags in a year. You're already minus half a leg, now you want to dump your tits down the chute as well? Maybe you should also have your pussy sewn shut, and Sir Paul could just lay you on your side and dry hump your armpits every now and again.
• Paul drank a lot and used drugs, despite promising not to. How could this phony bitch claim to be surprised or outraged? Did she actually think "Yellow Submarine" was about four 1960s junkies taking a homoerotic, underwater boat ride? Or that "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" was written in honor of a flying, bedazzled hosebag? Wake up, stupid. He was at the forefront of the biggest drug culture in history; consider yourself lucky he didn't force you to use that plastic appendage to mule prescription drugs or Ecstasy.
• He forced her to postpone a crucial operation because it interfered with his Amsterdam vacation plans. Good for him. This makes me want to marry a woman who needs a crucial operation, just so I can tell her to toughen the fuck up while I window-shop for Dutch prostitutes (even more effective if you've possibly married a British one).
• And my personal favorite: he objected to her using a bedpan. According to Heather, the bedpan saved her the trouble of crawling to the toilet at night. She couldn't understand why he objected. Gee, I don't know, maybe because he wrote "Yesterday"? Maybe that kind of entitles him to live out his life not waking up with a shit and piss medley staring at him eye level from a pan on the nightstand. And I think "crawling" to the bathroom is just a bit melodramatic: How about you leave a crutch by the bed, drama queen? I didn't realize that without the G.I. Joe leg you were reduced to crawling, yet with it you feel comfortable enough to dance on national television (or more accurately, fall on national television). I'm surprised that when your tailbone hit the floor some of Paul's money didn't shoot out of your cunt. And that really was the only reason to watch you on that shitty show; I wanted to see the bad leg fall off or the good one break.

One of the greatest things I've ever read revolved around this idiot and her stupid dancing phase. Heather and her Dancing with the Stars partner were on a very delayed flight from L.A. to London and all of the passengers were bored and cranky. The captain made an apologetic announcement and said he had a nice surprise for the passengers to make up for their nightmare trip. After some flapping and commotion behind the first-class curtain, it ripped open and this absolute asshole and her partner did a tango down the fucking aisle. Doesn't that just make you want to shit on a plate and eat it? A tango. And then the best part: they finish their dance with a flourish and...NOTHING! No applause, no accolades, no nothing. Just her in summery white pants and the sound of jet engines. I would have killed to have been there, as I feel a well-placed "Booooo" would have galvanized the other passengers into a mutiny.

How completely out of touch she must be not to realize that every person on that plane thinks she's dogshit personified and would have felt more entertained if Muhammad Atta had popped out from behind the curtain. And having the captain make an ... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.


More About the Author

Jim Norton is an official member of CBS and XM satellite radio's Opie and Anthony Show and is best known for his extremely raunchy brand of humor. He was a regular on both seasons of Comedy Central's Tough Crowd with Colin Quinn, played the caustic Rich on HBO's Lucky Louie, and has starred in his own HBO comedy specials. He has also cohosted the AVN awards twice, and performed his stand-up all over the country, including on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and Late Night with David Letterman, and lives in New York City.

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This book had me literally laughing out loud as I read it.
T. Farrell
Also, I can honestly say this book gave me more laughs then "Happy Endings" did and that is saying a lot seeing that Happy Endings is hilarious.
C. Townsell
In this book he relies too much on offensive language and ideas and not enough on his gift for comedy.
Scotchridge

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41 of 51 people found the following review helpful By Kevin R. Smith on October 22, 2008
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Like his previous book "Happy Endings", you need to be comfortable in your own skin before reading this book. It's brutal, honest in it's prespective and hard to handle for the un-initiated. It's also as funny as it gets. So loosen your chastity belt and enyoy a good chuckle. Sure, its not quite out yet, but while standing in a shopping bag in a bookstore restroom, I managed to convince a hairless young chap to give a copy in advance. Norton rules, go eat a bullet.
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11 of 13 people found the following review helpful By C. Townsell on October 27, 2008
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I got the book earlier today and I did not put it down until I was finished. First off, the opening about George Carlin was amazing. Jimmy is not only honest about people he hates in this book, but he completely opens himself up about people he admires. You can really see his passion about George Carlin, Ozzy Osbourne and Black Sabbath. Now, going into those he hates. All I can say is "wow". When Jimmy says he doesn't hold back, he doesn't. He is absolutely brutal to everyone from Hillary Clinton to Dr. Phil. Read this book for the comedy and you will also find yourself agreeing with him on a lot of points he makes. Also, I can honestly say this book gave me more laughs then "Happy Endings" did and that is saying a lot seeing that Happy Endings is hilarious.
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24 of 32 people found the following review helpful By Moz Angeles on October 22, 2008
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The friendly neighbor gentleman over at Ted's Shot-Put Palace recommended this.

Then he told me to be a good boy and pretend my tongue was a urinal cake.
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14 of 18 people found the following review helpful By Steve Carlisi on November 4, 2008
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As you all know, Mr. James "Literal Jim" Norton is the brave solider who in the face of an impending AIDS related death, has been able to write one of the most moving and influential novels since "To Kill A Mockingbird". You may know James Norton from the hit Cleveland radio program "Maxwell in the Morning" starring Benjamin "Do The Bit" Bornstein, a show heard by more than 50 people in the Ohio area.
Mr. Norton will have your sides splitting and your breathe-right strip detaching over and over.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Tank Cankerous on November 23, 2008
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Another literary landmark by this author. His personal take on several cerebral subjects will have you re-thinking the way you live your life.

Filled with passion, insight and banality, James Norton is on his way to becoming a legendary author ala Twain, Dumas, Stevenson and dare I say Vos.

It astounds me how this author has the time to write such stimulating books while contributing to the popular syndicated radio po-gram "Norton and Friends". Amazing!

I did not just like this book...

I LOVED IT!
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Rick S on October 31, 2008
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I was in bed with my wife when I first noticed this book. Actually, that's not quite correct. I was tied to a chair while my wife was in bed when I first noticed this book. I saw it on the floor of my bedroom, apparently having fallen out of an African-American gentleman's knapsack. I nudged it open with my toe and managed to read the 2 and a half paragraphs of hilarity until it was time for me to prep the bull. Even though I was busy for the next ten minutes, and then my attention was occupied observing what can only be described as an oil derrick slamming into a pristine white, sandy beach...

Anyway, I think the point was that I managed to not forget the title of this gem even while I was busy with clean-up duty. I remembered to hop on the internet the next day and pre-order I Hate Your Guts by Jim Norton and eagerly await its arrival so I don't have to read Earl's copy 3 paragraphs at a time.
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11 of 14 people found the following review helpful By S. Winter on October 22, 2008
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I like the book, but it should of had more pictures. Maybe some illustrations. When I go to public library, I enjoy the big books with the colors and drawings of talking animals. Its nice and cozy there in between the book shelves. Huhh huhh.
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18 of 24 people found the following review helpful By Frank D. Frowner on October 22, 2008
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I was once a star; now I have been sublimated by what's his face Norton and replaced by that rather unsavory but enterprising Ted with his many emporiums and such. I knew eventually they would screw the pooch and so they have with this book. Anyone of any consequence, who reads this tome will see that only I could possibly have penned such a Title.
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