My Booky Wook

This is the memoir of a sex and drug addict, who also happened to be a hilarious stand-up comedian.

I first knew about him from the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall, in which he more or less played as his real-life self. Impressed by his unconventional sense of humor, I read his book and realized that he was actually as crazy as his character perceived. I don't want to give away too much of the book (and I probably shouldn't because of its very controversial content), but I will leave you with the below excerpt.

"It might seem a bit reckless to be picking up drugs on the way to Heathrow, but my need for a regular supply of narcotics would not be constrained by the exigencies of international air travel. I generally traveled with drugs up my arse in the belief that should customs officers decide to pursue this unsavory line of inquiry my day would be ruined and the discovery of crack or heroin couldn’t make it much worse."

As you can see, he is a cunning linguist (no pun intented) who always seems to have a repertoir of choice words and description for every situation. I want to believe that this gift has nothing to do with years of drug abuse.