I suppose I should make this disclaimer right up front: I know Howie Weiner. And you, sir, are no Howie Weiner! Wait, that was from a debate I had recently with another author. I'm glad I bought Howie's book. I'm even more glad that I read it. It is hysterically funny. But then again, I can hear Howie's voice as I'm reading it. Not that his voice is necessarily funny (he's no Joe Pesci), but his words, his words are superb. The usage, the spelling, the choice, the arrangement of those words are what makes this book well worth your time. Even dyslexics will want this book (okay, maybe the audio version). I will stand this book up against any I've read in recent years (even though I read it lying down) as one of the best and funniest. Truth be told, I read it on my Kindle so I can't really stand it up against the other books in my library, but you know what I mean. Howie and I were in a sketch comedy group together in NYC (sneaky the way you got some of those references in there, Howie. I laughed in that knowing way that others may have a hard time with, but why quibble?) Quibble - that's a good Scrabble word. Where was I? Oh yeah. Anyone who reads this book will agree, I think, that it is worth their time and their money. My time, for this review at least, is over. My money, well, that's none of your business. Well done, Howie Weiner!