My book is really getting around. Just like its mutha in 1997. What? Who said that?
Okay let’s have a little fun. Send me a photo of YOU with MotherFumbler. Yes, MY book in YOUR life. Post your snap to my Mother Blogger Facebook Page (after liking the page if you haven’t already, ya friggin’ ingrate) or send it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I don’t care where you photograph the book as long as it’s somewhere interesting or beautiful or hilarious and not inside someone’s arse cheeks. Actually, come on with the arse cheeks; I’ll decide if you’ve gone too far.
A few ideas for the slow of mind…
If you’re near the Bay of Fundy, take a shot of the book at the Hopewell Rocks. Maybe by the rock that looks like a big wang.
Stick it in the famous hollow tree in Stanley Park in Vancouver. Pretend the book is my second child (it is) and the tree is my giant, hollow vagina (it’s not, okay fine it is.)
Take a photo of MotherFumbler on Confederation Bridge in PEI, like it’s about to jump off for fear of rejection by critics and sanctimommies. That stupid blank page at the back? That’s for the suicide note.
Find a statue of Jesus somewhere and stick my book in his hand.
Or just send me a shot of the damn thing sitting on your nightstand next to your vibrator. Or on your one-night stand holding your vibrator, whatever. Just make sure s/he’s holding the book in the appropriate place.
It doesn’t have to be anywhere special, really. I mean, look where my copy is.
I will choose the best ones and post them here on my blog foreva.