#484: Bogbook

I’ve often read books that were not worthy of the name.

Today’s invention is a book comprised of some of the world’s worst writing (a search online for ‘my poems’ or even ‘mein kampf’ will usually deliver quite a lot of appropriate content).


Once printed, on softish quality toilet paper, this material could then be ripped out a page or two at a time and assigned a more appropriate use than pretending to be literature.

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