So how fares the book?

Pretty damn well, actually.

Will it ever be published?

Provided I'm not killed, horribly maimed or otherwise incapacitated, then yes.

Any pictures for us?

You know it, bitch! If you haven't already seen it, you are fucking BLIND.

Any more pictures? You'll have to behave. And you can thank my expensive new scanner for the above baby. It took hours to set the motherfucker up and I got a papercut doing so. On my thumb, of all places. I mean, I can stand a papercut on my dick, it's an occupational hazard when you read porn mags for a living, but shit... my namesake? My faking namesake? Oh, the thumb.

Anyway, I pushed a heavy truck out of the mud. In the rain. In my pajamas. So I'm feeling real manly right now. And sore. Very, very sore.

...Alright, enough of this shit. END.