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A review by chalicotherex
Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais
4.0
It's funny in parts, tedious in others.
He's a scatological giant who rips on the scientific method by conducting an experiment on what's good to wipe your ass with (cats and roses are soft but also scratchy, he settles on swans). The maids all want to knead his big baby dick like it's bread, which is weird, and Paris gets its name because he pisses on it, drowning a ton of people, and the survivors laugh so much (par ris). There are a bunch of lists of silly names, and he has fun coming up with keyboard smashing numbers (e.g. 12,232,424 people died, not including women and children). What else? A bunch of dead people and institutions get satirized, he has a philosophical debate about if he should get married (it's better to have a wife, but all husbands end up cuckolds), he keeps going off on lawyers (there's an island of lawyers who feed on never-ending cases), and there's a bunch of stuff that Aleister Crowley ripped off for his thelemic claptrap (do what thou wilt).
Anyway, keep this book to yourself because the alt-right magachuds will steal all the good cuck jokes.
He's a scatological giant who rips on the scientific method by conducting an experiment on what's good to wipe your ass with (cats and roses are soft but also scratchy, he settles on swans). The maids all want to knead his big baby dick like it's bread, which is weird, and Paris gets its name because he pisses on it, drowning a ton of people, and the survivors laugh so much (par ris). There are a bunch of lists of silly names, and he has fun coming up with keyboard smashing numbers (e.g. 12,232,424 people died, not including women and children). What else? A bunch of dead people and institutions get satirized, he has a philosophical debate about if he should get married (it's better to have a wife, but all husbands end up cuckolds), he keeps going off on lawyers (there's an island of lawyers who feed on never-ending cases), and there's a bunch of stuff that Aleister Crowley ripped off for his thelemic claptrap (do what thou wilt).
Anyway, keep this book to yourself because the alt-right magachuds will steal all the good cuck jokes.