My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I think the author, Mr. Friedland, had me and others with the same dry sense of humor in mind when he wrote this book. Or perhaps it was aimed at snarky people, as someone (name withheld) once suggested I may fall into that category. To give you an idea of the type of humor you will find in this book, try to imagine Bob Newhart on steroids and methamphetamines writing scripts for the “Friends” TV series. I know that’s difficult, and it does put one at risk for “going down aisle ten” to contort the brain into such oxymoronic thought patterns, but it does speak to the great accomplishment by the author in this writing. I give one warning to the reader: Do not drink milk through a straw while reading this book if you do not wish the white liquid to foam from your nose.