A review by twerkingtobeethoven
The Bighead by Erik Wilson, Edward Lee
4.0
So i'se done finishd this, an'ha kyn 'nestly says it was sum good harmless fun, hey!
Anyway, here's what this meld of offense akin to ass sweat, week-old underarm b.o., old shit and stale piss and halitosis and dick-stink and God knows what else, all distilled down by the heat of the earth is all about.
There's this bigass deformed sumbitch with a huge fuckoff head and an even bigger cock who goes 'round raping everything walking on two legs, cracking their head open, and eating their brains when he's finished.
Then there's this couple of hill-billy motherfuckers who entertain the same sort of hobby, only they don't like the taste of human brain.
Then there's a blond bombshell writer suffering from nymphomania and fucking every male human being she stumbles upon.
Then there's a foul-mouthed badass catholic priest who's absolutely ace at kicking arse.
Then there's Jesus wearing rock t-shirts and scrounging cigarettes.
Mix everything together, add a monumental amount of Southern drawl and a ton of WTF splatter bits, and there you gaw, you'se done gotten yer Edward Lee's musterpiss or wutever yawl wanna call it, ahdun 'no.
Anyway, here's what this meld of offense akin to ass sweat, week-old underarm b.o., old shit and stale piss and halitosis and dick-stink and God knows what else, all distilled down by the heat of the earth is all about.
There's this bigass deformed sumbitch with a huge fuckoff head and an even bigger cock who goes 'round raping everything walking on two legs, cracking their head open, and eating their brains when he's finished.
Then there's this couple of hill-billy motherfuckers who entertain the same sort of hobby, only they don't like the taste of human brain.
Then there's a blond bombshell writer suffering from nymphomania and fucking every male human being she stumbles upon.
Then there's a foul-mouthed badass catholic priest who's absolutely ace at kicking arse.
Then there's Jesus wearing rock t-shirts and scrounging cigarettes.
Mix everything together, add a monumental amount of Southern drawl and a ton of WTF splatter bits, and there you gaw, you'se done gotten yer Edward Lee's musterpiss or wutever yawl wanna call it, ahdun 'no.