The Mr. Men have been tickling children for generations with their funny and charming antics. The Mr Men for Grown-Ups series now gives adults the chance to laugh along as the Mr Men and Little Miss try to cope with the very grown-up world around them. Featuring Roger Hargreaves classic artwork alongside hilariously funny new text. Mr Greedy loves to eat, but when everyone around him seems to be juicing and exercising, he decides it's time to make some changes. Will Mr Greedy get lean with the help of his friends? The perfect book for anyone who's ever tried to kick start their life with a diet which promises a new improved you. Also available in The Mr Men for Grown-Ups series: Little Miss Shy Goes Online Dating, Mr Happy and the Office Party and Little Miss Busy Surviving Motherhood, Mr Grumpy Nails Fatherhood and Little Miss Lucky is Getting Married.

The Mr. Men have been tickling children for generations with their funny and charming antics. The Mr Men for Grown-Ups series now gives adults the chance to laugh along as the Mr Men and Little Miss try to cope with the very grown-up world around them. Featuring Roger Hargreaves classic artwork alongside hilariously funny new text. Little Miss Shy likes being single and loves nothing more than staying in with a good book. But her mother feels quite differently and she reluctantly decides to give online dating a try. Will one of the Mr Men be her Mr Right? The perfect book for anyone who has ever been part of the dating pool, reluctantly or not. Also available in The Mr Men for Grown-Ups series: Mr Greedy Eats Clean to Get Lean, Little Miss Busy Surviving Motherhood, Mr Grumpy Nails Fatherhood, Little Miss Lucky is Getting Married and Mr Happy and the Office Party.

The entire best-selling spoof erotica trilogy is here in one book Follow the filthy adventures of the animals down on Honey Farm from start to finish. Five star-rated Amazon best-seller. " I never laughed so much in all my life." "This is an extremely funny and original book." "Laugh out loud stuff," "Genius, so funny. I read this and laughed so much my husband thought I was going to keel over; hubby read the book after me and laughed equally as much as i did."

This little book of 16,000 words or so was conceived in response to Nathaniel Branden's 1989 memoir "Judgment Day: My Years With Ayn Rand." Branden's compelling blend of pomposity, indelicacy, and bitter swipes at former associates seemed ripe for parody. After I had gotten about halfway through my retelling of the memoir's epic events, I set the effort aside for a little while. Next thing I knew it was a quarter century later, 2014. Among other depressing features of the annum, the socialist Obamacare had arrived and the flying antigrav cars had not. One excuse for not finishing my manuscript had come in 1999 with the publication of the second, revised, cleansed edition of Branden's memoir, entitled simply "My Years With Ayn Rand." I gather that this version deletes much of the vindictiveness and perhaps other indiscretions of the original, making "Judgment Play" even more pointless than before unless one enjoys this sort of thing and has access to library systems and second-hand books or vaguely remembers a book read 25 years ago. So perhaps I should have just let my manuscript molder in my computer. However, I kind of like it myself; and this being the age of the Internet and e-books, which are even groovier than flying antigrav cars, it is easier than ever to inflict dubious reading matter on the public. So here we are. If, despite the hurdles, readers show enough interest in what follows, I shall proceed to Part Two, which I would expect to fashion even faster than Harlan Ellison churned out "The Last Dangerous Visions." * * * ON THE night that Ayn Rynd died at the age of 77-March 6, 1982-I was in my Southern Californian mansion sipping wine and munching grapes when my sister called to tell me what had happened. I listened, thanked her, and hung up the phone, gripped by a hairball of emotions that was sweeping through me like a scythe through an Amish corn field. I felt giddy, lighthearted, somber, sad, exhilarated, joyous, bitter, pompous, bored, and sleepy, in that order. It did not surprise me. The complex, contradictory feelings possible to the human mind when dealing with loss were old news to me. I had experienced it all before-a few hours before, in fact, when I had heard about Belushi. I plucked another grape and chewed it meditatively. The phone call was to be the first of many. On a night like this one I was bound to receive more than my usual quota of evening telephone calls. The fact did not surprise me. For as a result of my investigations into psychology, I knew how the human psyche is likely to impel one to lift that handset during times of crisis. I introduce the concept to my clients as Being Through Calling. I also knew that it would be impossible to predict the exact sequence in which the calls would come. And yet, I never doubted that causality governed the universe. Lo and behold my first wife, Babs, who had shared so much of the pain and the joy of our tumultuous and dramatic (and how ) years with Ayn Rynd, was on the line. It did not surprise me. Babs was one of the people who would naturally give me a ring on a night like this. When I heard her voice I felt confirmed and validated in my intuition, as well as a little annoyed. Had I heard the news? she wanted to know. "Yes, yes, I heard," I snapped. Of course I had heard Why would I not have heard? Such a question Once again I was flabbergasted by the extent of the woman's Bambi-like naivete. Did she really suppose that the knowledge of Ayn's death could have been kept from me? Babs was droning on and on about the sadness of the event, how it was the end of an era and so forth. She seemed to want to re-establish the intimate personal context of yore. And while I, too, in some minimal extent, wished to regain a thread of the connection which Babs and I had once shared-there was too much static on the line...."

This is an inexpensive fun book with a cover which purports to show how many animal species were in Noah's Ark. But inside there's nothing except over 90 blank pages An ideal fun gift for your fanatically religious friends. When they've finished with it they can use it as a notebook or address book. It's a good coffee table book because nobody can resist picking it up and looking inside it.

So you want to sleep with an alien?

You're a brave (read stupid) soul, but if you could film your encounter and post it on your porno site and send us a link, we would be eternally busy ... I mean grateful. You'd be providing valuable sights ... insights that is, to science. And hey, you'll be out enjoying the night life and zipping around in a saucer (unless the aliens can't land because they're busy servicing your needs).

Aliens have been sleeping with mankind throughout history.

If you don't believe me, watch the History Channel. However, just because Cleopatra got the clap from some alien dude, doesn't mean you shouldn't reap the rewards of the aliens' many millennia spent studying and satisfying the human race.

But which aliens are the best in bed (or in the woods, or in the saucer, or well, you know...)?

Everyone knows the Gray aliens are masters with power tools, but how are the Nordics in the sack?

What should you never do if you're bent over for Bigfoot?

How do you attract a Mothman, and what do you do if more than one of them arrives looking to hook up with you?

These are some of the most important questions in all of history. Well, in all of today. Well, in all of the time you've spent reading this description.

So if you want to hook up with some horny alien pervs, click the buy button and read about how to turn on an Andromedan.

Don't miss out on your chance to make your missing time into the best times of your life.

Welcome to the world of Fairy Tales, Millennial style...

Inside you'll find Sleeping Beauty waking up Woke, the Billy Goats Gruff getting trolled, and three little pigs explaining that - realistically - a house of straw is really the only way a first time buyer can get on the housing market.

Goldilocks discovers a darling little Porridge pop-up, the Pied Piper shifts his content strategy to attract more followers, and Hansel and Gretel meet a witch whose house is built of Avocado Toast.

Mr. Manners: Proper Etiquette for the Modern Degenerate is a politically incorrect, satirical manual to living right while doing all the wrong things. If you ever wanted to live on the edge but are afraid of the repercussions of societal judgment, just follow Mr. Manners' advice and learn how to cross the line while still being viewed as a gentleman. You will be an upwardly mobile sinner in minutes Embrace your manhood and learn how to pursue all of the higher arts via etiquette. Mr. Manners makes a martyr out of himself so that you may learn from his wisdom. Think that as a white man it's wrong to use the N-word in public? Wrong Mr. Manners shows you the etiquette for overcoming this common misconception. Got a girl pregnant and fear that you are going to lose your freedom? Let Mr. Manners show you how to finagle your way out of this inconvenient bind whilst still maintaining your gentleman-like demeanor. Want to have a threesome with a buddy and a lower-level hussy but don't know how to deal with two bananas and one clam? Let Mr. Manners show you how to remain straight in a gay situation. Think you may have an STD? Don't let traditional medicine dictate your decision making process. Mr. Manners will lead you to homeopathic well being. Ever thought of dating a prostitute but fear occupational hazards? It's not as bad as you think and Mr. Manners shows you that it may be financially rewarding as well Mr. Manners will teach you how to survive a night in jail, how to have rough sex without accidentally murdering your online date, how to drink and drive without getting caught and a plethora of other actions that could be macabre, but are merely by-products of being a gentleman. So curl up with this book and a drink and realize you're not a piece of white trash like the media would have you believe... You are a gentleman