'...a little too close to the bone for the uninitiated...' '...your stories are disgusting and hilarious in equal measure...'
If you are reading this, then it would be reasonable to assume that the front cover caught your eye... and you might be asking What does a carrot have to do with intimate waxing? The answer is the same thing as a stationery-obsessed husband, perverted pensioners, coprophilia, a dead body being massaged, a flying carpet, an inappropriate grandmother, a clumsy squasher, a risqué dinner party, a spermatozoa superhero, and a horny giant... They all exist in Mona's weird world of wax.
This book contains bad language, descriptions of bodily functions — both voluntary and involuntary — and is largely an immature affair. If that doesn't put you off, then why not find out what happens to that carrot?