I didn't realize I bought porn at the Comcast garage sale...

I know you can't judge a book by its cover, but I wasn't aware that I shouldn't judge a book by its title either. A more appropriate title would be: "Hi, I look like a book about a witch, but really I'm porn and not just ANY porn, really, really, REALLY bad porn. And no plot line whatsoever."

I know romance novels have there spot on many desperate housewives bookshelf, but I don't really dig them. I mean, the main character's name is Jason, the woman in the book is Melody. But the main star is Harvey. Who's that you ask? It's the guys freaking penis! Who really names their penis? I swear, if I read one more sentence about Harvey likes this, or Harvey likes that, I would have scratched my eyes out. I'm sure Harvey probably would have liked that too.

And did I mention the horrible plot line surrounded around the porn is the two main characters trying to make sure a catholic boy's orphanage/school didn't close down?

Well, I guess I know why it was at a garage sale for 50 cents.