I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
Read with some members of the Weird Shit
group. 'Cause we obviously have very few boundaries.
Book One: I've Fallen and there's a Tentacle in my Butt review here
Book Three: I've Fallen and There's a Tentacle in My Butt, and it's Even Bigger Than Before review
These books were awful. I'm emotionally exhausted, and slightly drunk, after reading them. It literally took a whole bottle of wine. My husband is going to have questions.
"Honey? Why are you drunk at 6:30 on a Wednesday night?"
"Well, see...there were these tentacles...."
P.S. I've edited this damn thing soooo many times. It's hard to type on an iPad when you're drunk. Trust me on this.