tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119909537304935979.post4417037906421449821..comments2008-12-31T16:52:58.657-05:00Mobutu Sese Sekohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248812411837063895noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119909537304935979.post-49453022005473826202008-12-31T16:52:58.657-05:002008-12-31T16:52:58.657-05:00Ahahahaha. That's awesome.<BR/><BR/>Although if he thought you were high-school age, I imagine maybe he felt like a creep and thinks now of the book only as a memento of his having disturbing and shameful thoughts.Mobutu Sese Sekohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00248812411837063895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119909537304935979.post-11762752016680252272008-12-31T10:31:00.000-05:002008-12-31T10:31:00.000-05:00I read this book in the Sarasota and Houston airports. I'll never be sure if the sight of an (apparently) high-school age girl muttering "he pulled out his DICK in the LOCKER ROOM" and breaking out in hysterical laughter pushed the nice young man across from me to buy the book or avoid it like the plague. It probably depends on if he was starting or ending his vacation, really. <BR/><BR/>-KateKaytoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13601878060596827828noreply@blogger.com