Why The Internet Was Invented, Part Three

So we could have web pages like this one, an entire page devoted to dishing romance novels in hilariously bitchy fashion. All at the greatest web page name ever (deposing the only recently crowned My Boyfriend Is A Twat), Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. Example:

I don’t know where to put my eyes first, or where to avert them from. Her neck is broken. Her head’s too big for her body. Her sleeve appears to be as wide as my ass.

And he has a bleeding rose in his crotch.

Trust me, go, read, you'll laugh your tits off. I may have to write that romance novel after all, just for the sheer pleasure of watching these ladies take it apart.