A hilarious romp through Jenny Lawson's strange life and even stranger mind of the woman more widely known on the internet as The Bloggess. 
 IT'S NO-HOLDS BARRED. And no giant metal chickens barred either. Or Taxidermy for that matter. 
 Basically if you are amongst the easily freaked, the squeamish, or are simply dedicated to being polite and so politically correct that you invent entirely new words to avoid saying "gay" this book is not for you. You wont get it. And then you'll feel bad at noticing the rest of us rolling on the floor laughing our ASSES off. 
 Her writing flows naturally in a stream-of-conciousness babble that twists and turns like a boa on acid, yet she always manages to get you right to where she should be. The internet has taught this lady her craft, and while rough and ready, the writing itself is well polished. 
 This book (and others like it) speak to the rebirth of a genre as "columnist" style humorists like Dave Barry are joined by the superstars of the blogoverse, where the writers of this particular bent can take it to the limits. It's a beautiful thing to see in an era where there are so many serious matters to be discussed and digested, the ability to stop and laugh at ourselves is carried on.