Toilet Gator Chapter Notes – Chapter 1

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And now it begins!

I have to give it to Natalie Brock.  She has a lot of chutzpah.  If you want to make it in journalism, you have to go up against dicks like Countess Cucamonga’s manager, Irving St. John.  What a weasel.

Here, I’m also lampooning celebrities who act like they are able to change the world just because they, as a famous person, are saying something.  Is it because they care or is it because they want the exposure necessary to keep their careers going?

Well, you be the judge.  Frankly, I think the Countess makes a good argument vis a vis her butt’s ability to bring about world peace.

What do you think about the prospects of butt peace?  Discuss in the comments.

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The First Toilet Gator Blog Post Ever Written

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Hey 0.0 readers.

Your new pal, Bookshelf Q. Battler here.  If you happen upon this post, feel free to check out bookshelfbattle.com

That’s the blog I run for the purposes of entertaining 3.5 and only 3.5 readers.  Never 5.  Never 100.  3.5 and only 3.5.  If you want to become one of the 3.5, feel free to do so.

A quick explanation about what “Toilet Gator: The Blog!” is all about.  Last year, February of 2017, I began writing a book called “Toilet Gator” which, as you might have surmised, is about a toilet gator…who eats people…while they are sitting on the toilet.

You wouldn’t think a book like that would be worth much, but I felt inspired as I wrote it.  It’s got a lot of heart, there’s a genuine mystery involved, it’s funny if I do say so myself, and did I mention people are eaten on the toilet?

At any rate, “Toilet Gator” is with my editor and I hope to release it in 2019.  I’m also working on sequels as we speak.  From time to time, I’ll drop in with updates and discussions (believe it or not, a book about a toilet gator actually raises a lot of important issues.)

More to come.  Stay tuned.  Oh, and do keep your time on the toilet to a minimum, because, well, you didn’t hear it from me but…toilet gators aren’t fiction.