100 Things to Hate Before You Die - Hardcover
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by Claudia Stavola (Author), Karen Minster (Designed by), Laura Duffy (Cover Design by)
"Great, funny book. Check it out. I've got mine!" - Ronnie "The Limo Driver" Mund, The Howard Stern Show
You'll be thoroughly entertained and in awe of how comedian Claudia Stavola's raucous sarcasm mirrors your inner most thoughts in this hilarious collection of easy-to-read essays. With her witty and insightful observations, she's like a modern-day George Carlin, except hairier. (Hey, she's Italian. She was born with a mustache).
Stavola understands we're living in sensitive times and the word "hate" is controversial, so she doesn't use it loosely. She only uses it for serious infractions like gender reveal parties, guys who wear shorts when it's forty below, and Gwyneth Paltrow's vagina candle.
100 Things to Hate Before You Die is astute, honest, and laugh-out-loud funny. Claudia shares her aggravation over a range of topics from mundane things like Fakebook, crappy gift-givers, and ukuleles on talent show auditions, to more thought-provoking topics such as adult babies, fake "girl power," and the death of Eddie Van Halen.
Delivered with razor-sharp force, Stavola's hysterical and unique takes on everyday a**holes makes this not only a great read for comedy lovers, but a must-read. So sit back, light your vag candle, and laugh your a** off (unless you paid for one of those giant fake ones).
