Solomon wanted to make the greatest horror movie ever. He was willing to do anything to make this a reality - even unleashing real, apocalyptic evil upon the Earth. Haunted bathrooms, Velvet Elvis gateways to Hell, demonic possession, problem actors, editing issues, social media, and Jimmy will plague his production, but nothing will stop his dreams.
Horror Humor from one twisted writer is too much… imagine four of them getting together like grade school kids drawing naughty pictures on the bathroom wall… you’ve been warned.
"After reading this, I can't believe I ever let him touch me." - Brent's wife
"I couldn't read past the first chapter. What they did with Velvet Elvis is beyond bad taste!" - Armand's Wife
"Seriously, I'm done. This book turned my husband into something I could no longer sleep with ... at least not without double bagging a hazmat suit. Vile and disgusting.” - Jack's Wife
"My mother told me that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. And don't marry Jay. He seems off. I've already said too much." - Jay's Wife
Horror Humor from one twisted writer is too much… imagine four of them getting together like grade school kids drawing naughty pictures on the bathroom wall… you’ve been warned.
"After reading this, I can't believe I ever let him touch me." - Brent's wife
"I couldn't read past the first chapter. What they did with Velvet Elvis is beyond bad taste!" - Armand's Wife
"Seriously, I'm done. This book turned my husband into something I could no longer sleep with ... at least not without double bagging a hazmat suit. Vile and disgusting.” - Jack's Wife
"My mother told me that if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. And don't marry Jay. He seems off. I've already said too much." - Jay's Wife
