fek:
Actually, Krucoff, it’s about a rapidly-growing startup and its founder’s adventures through Manhattan, and the standard passage in question comes in the last page of the book, in which he finally regards his genitalia in detail, rumors of which regarding its Godzilla-like comparative size* have persisted around the internet for years now (the origin of said rumors and transfer of them around these ominous “circles” being relatively opaque to both the reader and the character until that point, of course). It’s like And Then We Came To The End meets the end of Boogie Nights meets the end of the first Hunger Games book, and now, you’ve gone and fucked up any chance for an acknowledgement in it. Shithead.
*We hear.
As long as it means I’m not obligated to go to the book party.
