Coffee Shop Overheard
- Dude: Is that not some fucked up shit?
- Dude 2: guess...
- Dude: you don't think it's fucked up?
- Dude 2: could be. I just took a vow of silence against bitching is all.
IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME.
From all over the US people are sending me photos and letters, letters and photos, and letters, and photos. Today: Baltimore, Maryland writer Timmy Reed absorbs “Thank You For Your Sperm” so thoroughly that the cover temporarily replaces his face. Also, he finds himself transported to Germany. Miracles that only books can achieve. Thank you for picking TYFYS out of the pile! — THANK YOU FOR YOUR SPERM can be bought at MadHat Press or via Amazon, and you can get Timmy Reed’s own collection “Tell God I Don’t Exist” here. If your face, demeanor or location are affected by TYFYS, please do not worry, everybody who’s been afflicted has eventually turned back to normal or perhaps you’re better off. Some readers of #TYFYS have reportedly turned into Playboy bunnies, others have morphed into enormous sperm. This made them very happy.