2003-09-18 - 10:49 p.m.
Once more exposed to television, I was shocked [and slightly appalled] to find that a Cousteau song was providing a "hip" soundtrack to a car commercial.
So about the Chuck signing. He told this amazingly disgusting true story about three teenage boys and their masturbation mishaps. It was gross enough for two people to faint, thus bringing the book tour faint total to 23.
My chaperones were two girls from work and Steph. The coworkers had never read his stuff before. Beginning roughly five minutes into it, one of them turned to me, her hands covering mouth, muffling her gasps, her eyes bulging as if to say, "What the fuck have you brought me to?"
But it was great.
~j
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