I just vomited in my mouth a little, and maybe lost a bit of my soul. Why? Because I just finished reading, “Slampig: The Girls You Pass Up, I Pick Up” by an author that goes by the pseudonym Pile.
Although written amateurishly, a book about a twenty-something’s casual hook ups with the ugliest stragglers at the bar need not be written poetically. “Slampig…” is a humorous coming of age story of sorts, for the common man…or if you still have faith in humanity, the man beneath the common man. It is written with honesty but is not purposely obnoxious to deflect from or embellish the story. I was thoroughly entertained by brutally honest descriptions of Nancy The Neatfreak’s box and various “FUPAs” (Female Upper P***y Area), as Pile refers to womens’ privates. While chasing after the easiest prey at the bar may not be the holiest of acts, most of us are not innocent of making similarly poor decisions, or you are a liar/in denial.
Clocking in at 208 pages, this book is an easy read for non-readers. I’m not a huge reader, but this is the only book I finished reading in its entirety, in months.
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