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In this fourth and final installment of the Saint James Street James memoirs about the last real man to ever live, he gives you every single last inch of himself until you're satisfied. Some might say, "The Final Inch." I would never say that as a comedy writer, because that sucks. The Jews probably put that in. Maybe "two-factor" authentification really is necessary on Amazon? Who knew? Anywho, if you're tired of being weak, hate your job, hate your fat wife and all that bullspit, then listen to this.

Discover how to use your birth chart to find your true inner self and create a life full of abundance, purpose and joy.Are you searching for the answers to life's unsolved questions? Tap into the guidance and wisdom of numerology with this practical, easy-to-use audiobook by expert David A...

Our hero, Saint James Street James, is a tall, extremely muscular 35-year-old man whose attributes and possessions include a mind stronger than Socrates on acid, a magnificent horse he loves more than anything in the world, a package so large that it requires a signature, a beautiful, passionate wife with a rack so perfect it belongs on a billiard table, a ton of children, and his own personal gold mine. His life, set in 1849 against the backdrop of the California Gold Rush, is one long parade of amazing sex, dynamite montages, whiskey, and explosive gunfights.

The third opus in the illustrious life of St. James St. James Romance Novels for Dudes collection sees him fighting prohibition in the 1920s all the way through his flyboy days in WWII. If you don't have an erection, he'll give you one. I mean, you'll have to pay for this sh*t... but you'll get one. That's a Men's Wearhouse type of guarantee too, homeboy. Did that guy die btw? (#thoughtsandprayers if he did)

You’re goddamn right. I’m still sitting at the same weathered wooden table in the back of Manhattan’s oldest bar where I just finished my first masterpiece, At Night She Cries, While He Rides His Steed. The second I finished it, I started writing this one. I’m now 14 beers deep, and I’ve polished off an entire eight ball of yay. The phrase “everything in moderation” applies to everything except cocaine, booze, and prostitutes.