New Yorkers thinking the air pollution was particularly ripe on a hot, humid day in June, learned that the stench was from E.L. James.
Great Britain's leading gas export was in town to promote "Grey," a re-write of her first amateur eBook, this time told from the point of view of a man.
Since the book is aimed at stupid twats, it doesn't matter that the author is a stupid twat who can't even write from the cunt's point of view, much less a man's.
It'll still seem authentic to obese fishwives who need a thrilling fantasy of being spanked or tied up by a laughing, obnoxious egomaniac. These are probably the same women that voted for Boris Johnson.
E.L. James posed with her book between her legs because, "Technically, I didn't write this. I used a microphone and pussy-farted it."
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