When I was in eighth grade, before we left good ol' Pulaski County for greener pastures, my circle of friends read American Psycho. Not, you know, in a Book Club or anything. Just one after the other. Despite -- since I read it first -- my warnings that it wasn't cool. Even to an eighth grader who would have been blown away by the graphic sex. Because in addition to the graphic sex was the, um, torture. The graphic torture.
So this is way funny:
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
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