It's Non-Non-Fiction

Today at work (my last day), I was reading one of the guys some of the tid-bits from a new book entitled Bewitch A Man: How to Find Him and Keep Him Under your Spell. Apparently this woman (some kind of witchy woman, I didn't really delve too closely into her credentials) has written spells and etcetera to help the otherwise-without-resources-or-a-clue single gal. I should have checked it out and brought it home to peruse, but after I read about how if you just want to have SEX and ONLY SEX with a man, that you should have him wear a black condom so his "magical cock" can't ensnare you, I figured it could only go down from there.

Seriously. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried, and lord knows I try.

Anyway, after pointing out the above morsel to my co-worker (as well as a heading titled "Hexing Assholes") we both shook our heads laughing.

He said,

"I can't believe that is in non-fiction."

And I said,

"Why not? The bible is in non-fiction".