Okay.
Have you ever crapped your pants, then after saying, "shit dude, that's gross!," then thought, "wait a second, I can see the tactical value in this?"
If so, you're in good company. Imagine if you ate pure badass, then crapped it out into a catapult, then launched it directly into the hair of your enemies. This is Dudes of Legend.
Basically, anyone giving this book fewer than an eleven star review should shut his mouth before somebody pees in it.
(Edit: I just realized the radio buttons at the bottom don't go to eleven. So you can disregard my statement about peeing in my mouth. Or at least in regards to me. Because that's a whole different level self-referential disgustingness.)
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