If Mr. Thompson had read this he never would have written it. Pearl Estantia Gardner, The Los Angeles Tattler.

For this book there is no such thing as a review or book report. A police report would be more like it. How Mr. Thompson can call himself an author escapes me. All he does is tell us what happened. On top of that he makes us interrupt our reading with constant outbreaks of indecent laughter. Reading this book will make you pray to God for paragraph long sentences with numerous subordinate clauses, all on different subjects. That is literature. This book is not. Emerson Hoover, El Korea Norte Propagandista.

Some say this is indecently funny. Anybody can be funny. It is just plain indecent. And to the question of whether anybody can be indecent, I say - not like this. Brace yourself! A.C. Boyle, The London Cloud.

This salacious putridity maliciously denigrates the guardians of our liberty, the honorable members of the legal profession, of which there are many, and not the few this heathen claims there to be. Grandiose slander and utterly offensive and sophomoric attempts at reproductively oriented humor are his tools. Those tools are not art or literature. This book is horrid! It is offensive in excess of all tolerable limits! So if you are the type who likes to be offended, as am I, read it! You will not be able to put it down! Toola Goodbody, The Hartford Persimmon.

This book is bad, bad, bad. Trust me. I read it twelve times to make sure. Uga Luga, The Yemeni Review of Books.

If you like funny you will like this book. If you like trash you will like this book. Funny trash. Boy, are you a weirdo. Earl Burr Diggers, The Honolulu Tattler.