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I doubt even Judy Garland would be wild about this Harry.

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I have not, nor do I ever intend to read Prince Harry’s book, Spare. While part of me feels sorry for the guy growing up in a cold as ice household and losing his mother when young…. I have no desire to plumb the depths of the royal family’s secrets and peak behind the curtain of the modern monarchy.

It seems everywhere you turn people are talking about this book and while it’s been easy enough to ignore, one article the other day caught my eye … and when that happens? You know I have to share.

Here are a few of the more… how shall we say…colorful excerpts from the infamous book.

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Did the press write extensively about the Royal penis? Gee. I’m glad I missed that.

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You know what? I did ‘shrooms back in the day and never talked to a toilet. Myself? Yes. But then I’m a better conversationalist than most commodes. Or so I’ve been told.

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Not talking about your frostbitten todger at all would have been preferable.

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Sent him off to graze? How delightful.

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Rutting elk, tipsy mothers and my thighs.

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I just finished another book by Mary Roach… but instead of her usual quirky and irreverent devotion to one particular subject, this time she’s sharing a collection of quick stories covering a myriad of topics.

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Still quirky, still irreverent… and because they made me chortle?

I’m sharing.

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Being a menopausal woman of… ahem, a certain age…. I can totally relate to this. My thighs haven’t been there for me for years, the bastards.

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When my mother had too much sherry she called my father Pork. That may sound dirty, but they used to collect beautiful little pigs made from precious stones and gems so it was actually a term of endearment.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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Been there, heard those rules.

Damn those elk.

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Packing For Mars… the finale.

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It’s time to put another quirky (and often ridiculous) Mary Roach book to bed so I’ll leave you with a few excerpts sure to make you appreciate the ease of planetary bathroom visits.

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Yes. I’m going there.

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This, not walking on the moon, is what makes astronauts heroes.

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There’s a fact I never knew.

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And I thought my husband spent too much time on the throne. Damn!

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Bonk… part 1.

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Warning:

This book will be not be for everyone. Graphic (and often sarcastic) excerpts dealing with human sexuality will follow. Nothing is off limits. If that’s not your cup of tea, there’s no shame in bowing out now and exiting stage left. But if you stay and are insulted by the content? Kindly keep your moral outrage to yourself… I did warn you.

Still here?

Then buckle up and let’s begin.

The first thing that struck me while reading this book was how many people have actively researched sex. Scientifically, psychologically and oddly enough physically. Masters and Johnson were among the most famous….

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Of course he did.

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If you’re still here, I warn you that’s far from the weirdest thing you’ll read in this series.

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Pyrex butt plugs. You’ll never look at your casserole dish the same way again, I know.

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Corn dogs are forever dead to me now. Not a huge loss in my culinary catalog, but still.

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