My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands

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Enter Chelsea Handler. Gorgeous, sharp, and ...

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Overview

You've either done it or know someone who has: the one-night stand, the familiar outcome of a night spent at a bar, sometimes the sole payoff for your friend's irritating wedding, or the only relief from a disastrous vacation. Often embarrassing and uncomfortable, occasionally outlandish, but most times just a necessary and irresistible evil, the one-night stand is a social rite as old as sex itself and as common as a bar stool.

Enter Chelsea Handler. Gorgeous, sharp, and anything but shy, Chelsea loves men and lots of them. My Horizontal Life chronicles her romp through the different bedrooms of a variety of suitors, a no-holds-barred account of what can happen between a man and a sometimes very intoxicated, outgoing woman during one night of passion. From her short fling with a Vegas stripper to her even shorter dalliance with a well-endowed little person, from her uncomfortable tryst with a cruise ship performer to her misguided rebound with a man who likes to play leather dress-up, Chelsea recalls the highs and lows of her one-night stands with hilarious honesty. Encouraged by her motley collection of friends (aka: her partners in crime) but challenged by her family members (who at times find themselves a surprise part of the encounter), Chelsea hits bottom and bounces back, unafraid to share the gritty details. My Horizontal Life is one guilty pleasure you won't be ashamed to talk about in the morning.

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Editorial Reviews

New York Post - Liz Smith
"Where have I been all of Chelsea Handler's life? I had no idea how funny, how brilliant she is…she is too clever for words."
Laura Zigman
In a word: hilarious. In two: absolutely hilarious. These are some of the funniest stories I have ever read and they're also some of the most unexpectedly heartfelt."
Jennifer Weiner
"This book is no-holds-barred hilarious."
New York Post
"Where have I been all of Chelsea Handler's life? I had no idea how funny, how brilliant she is.she is too clever for words."

— Liz Smith

Jay Leno
"Chelsea Handler is a terrific comedian and a hilarious writer."
Dallas Observer
"[Chelsea] just might be funnier than David Sedaris."
About.com
"Prime reading material for anyone looking to laugh their hiney off."
About.com
"Prime reading material for anyone looking to laugh their hiney off."
Jay Leno
"Chelsea Handler is a terrific comedian and a hilarious writer."
Dallas Observer
"[Chelsea] just might be funnier than David Sedaris."
Publishers Weekly
Opening with a cute story from when she was seven and photographed her parents having sex, stand-up comedian Handler goes on to discuss the virtues of the one-night stand, which amount to having sex early enough so you're not months into a relationship before you discover he's into "anal beads and duct tape." She discusses her quest for sex with a "black man," which doesn't work out because the date she finds on ChocolateSingles.com has a penis so large, she "would have had to be the size of the Lincoln Tunnel to accommodate that thing." After him, there's a "little midget," but she sobers up before sleeping with him. Next come a number of would-be partners with penises too small to consider. Finally, there's a guy Handler does sleep with, only an embarrassing incident involving a "giant skid mark" prevents her from seeing him again. By the end, Handler considers settling down with one man, which might actually net her more sex than these mostly unconsummated one-night stands. Anyone who laughs at the mere mention of vaginas and penises may find Handler's book almost as much fun as getting drunk and waking up in some stranger's bed. Agent, Michael Broussard Dupree. (June) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Handler, a stand-up comedienne and featured prankster on the television show Girls Behaving Badly, now adds author to her r sum . Chronicling her often wild sex life, this collection of offbeat and laugh-out-loud-funny essays includes a tale of waking up naked with a midget and a narrative of an affair with a Vegas stripper. Though the book seems to rely on the humor of the actual one-night stand, the standout pieces occur near the end, as Handler's attempts at casual sex become less successful and she begins to consider adopting a slightly more conservative lifestyle. In fact, the most entertaining essay concerns not sex but her substance-abusing gay friend's antics at her sister's wedding. Drawing on a supporting cast of hilariously well-drawn family members and friends, Handler succeeds in penning a smart, funny, and quick read. The booze-fueled tales of sex, however, are most likely inappropriate for school and academic libraries or more conservative communities. Recommended for the Sex and the City crowd in public libraries.-Amanda Glasbrenner, New York Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Disjointed, lackluster musings on her promiscuous social life, by directionless if cheerful Handler. The L.A.-based standup comic here relates the meandering story of her many sexual misadventures. She starts with a not-very-amusing incident: at six years old, she was persuaded by her sister to take a picture of her parents having sex. (Dad was pissed: imagine that.) Moving on to her teenaged adventures at the Jersey shore, Handler invites us to find it hilarious that she picked up a good-looking man, had sex with him immediately, and dated him for months despite the fact that she couldn't stand talking to him. The joke in the next section is that while her father was a racist, she personally dated a wonderful black man, and it inspired her to want to sleep with many more of them. Next comes what's supposed to be an entertaining misunderstanding involving her sisters and the fact that Handler did not in fact have sex with the naked midget they found in her hotel room. In one genuinely funny moment, the author was dismayed to find that the handsome stripper she picked up wanted to tell her his real name and discuss the fact that what he really wanted to do was act-it figures that she would get stuck with the guy who wanted a real relationship. There is more: the one-night stand who showed up at the restaurant where she worked and was seated in her section, with his girlfriend (Handler pretends she is her own identical twin and has never seen him before); the friend who plays a practical joke on her by telling Handler's date that she has a terminal disease and just wants to cuddle; the gay friend invited to be her date for a wedding who terrorized her family. It might work as standup, butwhen transferred to the page this shtick is a groaner.
From the Publisher
"In a word: hilarious. In two: absolutely hilarious. These are some of the funniest stories I have ever read and they're also some of the most unexpectedly heartfelt." —-Laura Zigman, author of Animal Husbandry
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781582346182
  • Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
  • Publication date: 6/28/2005
  • Pages: 213
  • Product dimensions: 5.49 (w) x 8.33 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Chelsea Handler

Chelsea Handler is the star of E!'s late-night comedy show Chelsea Lately and the author of Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea.

Cassandra Campbell has recorded nearly two hundred audiobooks and directed many more. She has been nominated for and won multiple Audie Awards, as well as a prestigious Odyssey Award, and she has been awarded more than twenty AudioFile Earphones Awards. Cassandra was also named a Best Voice by AudioFile for 2009 and 2010.

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MY HORIZONTAL LIFE

A COLLECTION OF ONE-NIGHT STANDS


By CHELSEA HANDLER
BLOOMSBURY
Copyright © 2005

Chelsea Handler
All right reserved.



ISBN: 978-1-58234-618-2



Chapter One LOOK WHO'S HAVING SEX WITH MOMMY

I WAS SEVEN years old when my sister told me she'd give me five dollars to run upstairs into my parents' room while they were having sex and take a picture. At that age I had heard of sex but had no idea what it looked like. I knew for sure that my parents were sexually active. My father had impregnated my mother on six different occasions, all of which she decided to keep, so it was clear to my siblings and me that there was a definite attraction. There were many times when we would hear loud bumping and raucous laughter coming from their bedroom. My brothers and sisters always reacted with disgust and, being the youngest, I would follow suit, but was never sure why. Without knowing exactly what the act of sex entailed, there wasn't any real reason to be revolted, but it had become second nature to pretend I knew something I didn't.

I was always up for a chance to make easy money. I had been wearing hand-me-downs since I was born, and by the age of seven was already sick and tired of my second-string wardrobe. I may not have known what sex was, but I did know that I needed to step up my wardrobe in order to be taken seriously in the first grade. "No problem," I said. "Where's the camera and how do I use it?"

I tiptoed up the stairs leading to my parents' bedroom with my sister Sloane following close behind. Their door had a lock on it, but it was old and didn't secure inside the doorjamb anymore. If it was locked you weren't able to turn the handle, but if you smashed your body into it, it would open.

I checked and saw it was locked. I would have to use physical force. Sloane crept back toward the top of the staircase. I set up for a running start.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Go!" she whispered.

Seeing your mother naked is not something you easily recover from. Seeing your mother naked and jumping from one side of a king-sized bed to the other with a nurse's hat on while your father, who is also naked, is chasing her with a bandanna around his neck, is reason to put yourself up for adoption. Fortunately, I took the first picture before anything had a chance to register. The second picture was of my father heading toward me with a belt.

My sister was already down the stairs when I came running out of my parents' room. I jumped all the way from the top of the stairs to the bottom. Luckily, I had perfected this jump months earlier during three consecutive snow days. I did not dare look behind me to see if my father and his penis were chasing me; I just kept running. We lived in a split-level house, so at the bottom of the big stairs, there was a shorter set of stairs to the right and to the left. I went left and my sister went right. I saw her head for the basement and followed her in. Our basement doubled as the laundry room; the one room in our house my father had never been in.

"Lock the door!" she barked, as she scrambled to hide under a pile of dirty clothes.

"Oh, my God, Dad has a belt," I told her.

"What?"

"A belt! He has a belt! I think he wants to hit us with it!"

"The one he wears with his pants?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "I think he wants to belt us!"

We were too scared to cry. This was it for me, I was sure of it. I was going to be murdered in my basement by my naked father, with a belt. I had never been hit by a belt before but had heard stories about it happening in poorer neighborhoods. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and then banging on the door.

"Open the goddamn door! Now! You two are gonna get a smack and you're gonna get it now!"

I stared at Sloane with big eyes. I wanted her to think of a way out of this mess. She was twelve and she needed to take charge.

"Ask him if it's with the belt or his hand," Sloane said.

I looked at her to make sure she was serious, then yelled back, "With your hand or a belt?"

"What?!"

I went closer to the stairs that led to the door. "Are you going to hit us with the belt or your hand?"

He was shaking the handle now. "No one's getting hit with a belt!" he shouted. "One ... two ..."

This was before there were time-outs, so my sister and I didn't know what to make of his counting. I wondered if his ABCs were next. He stopped at "three," and we braced ourselves when "four" didn't come.

Sloane was holding on to me for dear life. Her crying had turned into heaving, and now she started to shake uncontrollably. I tried to comfort her by rubbing her back like my mother did but was too preoccupied with my imminent beating to be very reassuring.

Since my sister had turned into a real mess, it was up to me to devise a plan of escape. At that moment, Sloane wouldn't have been able to lead a horse to our swimming pool, never mind leading me to my bedroom without getting my ass kicked.

"We have to go up and just let him hit us," my sister whispered.

"Ah, I don't think so. I don't make appointments to get hit. Plus, this was your idea and Dad should hit you both times."

"I want to get it over with!"

"No fucking way. I am not going upstairs to get hit."

This was the very first time I said "fucking" in front of anyone and I liked the way it sounded. I had heard my brothers and sisters use curse words but had never dared use one myself in front of anyone. But I had practiced alone in my room lots of times, trying out different cadences and intonations: "Fuck, fuck, fuck you, fucknut. Shit, shitstain, fucker! Go fuck a duck, you asswipe!" My favorite was, "What a fucking cocksucker." The plan was to say this casually to one of my new friends while one of our teachers walked by. No one in kindergarten ever really got my sense of humor, so I was hell-bent on making my mark in the first grade.

Saying the word "fucking" in front of my sister catapulted me to an instant state of authority. Sloane stared expectantly at me. I strained to hear what was going on upstairs. Suddenly, everything was very quiet. I fantasized that my father had forgotten why he had wanted to hit us in the first place. Maybe he was watching the stock market and found out that his eight shares of Noah's Bagels had quadrupled. Maybe if we stayed down there long enough he would forget all about what we did and actually be excited to see us when we came out. I could lie and say I was just looking for Q-tips and used the camera to block what I hadn't expected to see. Or I could say I just wanted help with my homework. My father loved when I did my homework.

We hadn't even been in the basement for a whole half hour when my sister started to complain that she was hungry.

"Where do you think Mom is?" she asked. My mother was the nice one, and she always protected us when my father was in one of his moods. I knew my mother wouldn't be mad at us because she was always defending us to our father no matter what we did. Especially since we had a lot to hold over her head.

All I would have to do is remind her of a week earlier when She forgot to pick me up from school and I had been accosted by a male predator on my way home. Our house wasn't even a mile from school, but some man slowed his car along the sidewalk I was walking on and asked if I knew any tricks. Upon taking a good look at an overweight older man with gray stubble, wearing a pair of coveralls, I bolted home faster than I'd finished the fifty-yard dash earlier that day. After a good twenty minutes of me berating my mother for not picking me up and allowing me to possibly be abducted, she hit the roof.

"But you weren't, were you?" she said. "Luckily you were able to outrun him!"

My mother is European and expresses her love through food and cuddling. She wasn't the type of mother who would make it to school plays or soccer games, but if you wanted to stay home sick, she was your girl. Whenever you'd go up to her room to cuddle with her, she'd pull out a KitKat or Snickers bar from her night table and look at you with dancing eyes. She is a very sweet woman but had zero tolerance for all the Jewish mothers in our town and wanted to avoid them at all costs. If there was a parents' night or a teacher conference, it was understood early on that our mother would rather set herself on fire; we were lucky if she showed up at our bat mitzvah. Unfortunately, my father loved any sort of school event and would usually show up hooting and hollering in the front row, wearing snow boots and a sweater covered in dog hair.

Normally, I would have expected my mother to knock on the basement door and explain to us how to avoid getting smacked, but who knew what kind of high she was on after her nude pep rally upstairs.

"I heard that men fall asleep after they have sex," Sloane offered.

"Dad didn't look tired when he was chasing me with his belt," I told her.

"I don't know if I can wait for Mom to come for us. I'm really hungry."

I climbed up on the dryer and took a seat. "Mom was wearing a nurse's hat."

"What?" She seemed concerned.

"When I walked in on them, she was naked and Dad was chasing her on the bed. I saw his penis."

"Ew ..."

"Ew? Ew? You're the pervert who made me do it!"

"I didn't think you'd really do it," she said.

"You knew I would!"

This was so typical of Sloane. She always backed out of a situation once controversy found its way into it. My brothers and sisters knew they could get me to do anything, mostly because I wanted them to like me, but Sloane was a different story. I wasn't sure I liked her.

"You are so double-faced," I told her. "I hate you."

"It's two-faced, dummy, and I am not!" she said.

"Oh, really, what about the time with the Feinstein sisters," I reminded her.

A year earlier when I was in kindergarten and she was in the fifth grade, we would walk to school together in the morning. One day, two other sisters were on their way to school with their five-foot-tall Irish wolfhound following closely behind. They were telling their dog to go back home but the dog wouldn't listen. Sloane was scared because the dog was so big and kept growling at us. The girls were laughing at my sister for being scared of their dog, but in reality, this dog was scary. He was huge and mean and looked like he belonged in a wild animal park. He had a large open wound on his hind leg and looked as if he was slowly decomposing.

"Stop laughing at my sister, you dumb girls," I yelled. "Your dog is ugly and belongs in a shelter."

"Shut up," Sloane said through her teeth. "Shut up."

"Oh, look, Sloane needs her six-year-old sister to defend her," one of the girls sneered.

"No, she doesn't," I yelled, then turned to Sloane for some backup-only to see her running furiously in the direction of the school.

Years later I learned the word "turncoat" in history class. Had I had this kind of ammunition against her earlier, things might have ended up differently.

"I dropped the camera in Mom's room," I told her.

"Oh, that's just great." She stood up with her hands on her hips. "I have pictures on there of Marsha's sleepover party. We all took our pajamas off and took pictures while playing Truth or Dare."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because. We felt like it."

"I'm telling," I told her.

"Who cares?" she said. "It was only girls."

"Lesbian!" I yelled.

I knew what a lesbian was because my father's best friend from high school's wife left him for another woman and my father referred to her only as "the lesbian."

"I am not a lesbian. Shut up!"

"Yes you are. I knew it."

"If anyone's a lesbian, it's you," she said. That shut me up.

"It's better for us just to go upstairs and get it over with," she said. "At least then we can eat something. I want a sandwich."

"How can you think about food at a time like this?" I asked her. "Do you think people at the Battle of Gettysburg had time for peanut butter and jelly?"

Switching tactics, she reminded me that it was a Thursday night and we would be missing The Cosby Show if we stayed in the basement. That would have been enough to drive any level-headed seven-year-old insane.

Even so, I was ready to stay in the basement as long as it took for my dad to forget about what had happened. I had seen his penis and did not think I would be able to look him in the eye anytime soon.

I thought about escaping through our one basement window, but then I would only be outside and it was cold. Winter was not a good time to run away from home, especially without an overnight bag.

I wondered if my mother was actually mad at me too. I told my sister I would need more than the five dollars we had originally agreed on.

"No way! You got caught. That was not part of the deal! I'm not even sure I'm going to give you the five dollars!"

I smacked her on the back of the head. She tried to hit me, but I ducked. Then she ran toward the stairs.

"No! Don't go!!!" I yelled, but she was already up the stairs and out the door when I ran up after her to try and pull her back down.

I locked the door just as I heard her get another smack, but this one sounded like it was on her face. I listened as she started wailing. This upset me deeply. I wanted her to be a strong gladiator type, the kind of girl I envisioned myself at thirteen. A weight lifter with a steadfast disposition and a designer wardrobe. But she was a sissy, and I could not follow suit.

It was becoming clear to me that the only way out of this was to turn the tables on my father. Instead of running, I would never leave the basement. Not even if he begged me. I would tell him how sickened I was by what I saw and that I now had reservations about going out into the real world without a psychiatrist by my side. I would insist on therapy two to three times a week and also insist that it take place during school hours. I would demand an entirely new wardrobe and that they allow me to move into the master bedroom, while my parents took my room. I would make them beg for my forgiveness while threatening them with lawsuits: unfit parenting, involving a minor in sexual activities, pornographic exposure to a minor, the list would go on and on. I saw Irreconcilable Differences. I was no dummy.

My father knocked on the door for the last time that night. "Are you ready to come out and get your smack?"

"I want Mom," I said. There was no response from the other side of the door. I wondered how Sloane's sandwich tasted with her bloody lip. I wondered if the Huxtable children had ever walked in on their parents having sex. It was important to occupy my mind with other thoughts, so I decided to do some laundry. Maybe when my mother came and saw that all the laundry had been done she would tell my father, who would come to the conclusion that I wasn't such a bad kid after all. I took one look at the laundry machine with all its buttons and dials and decided sleep was more appealing.

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night after feeling something crawl over my foot. I jumped up and ran to the top of the stairs. Slowly, I opened the door. Ali the lights were out. No one was in sight. I went straight to bed and fell asleep.

My father came in my room at seven A.M. to wake me up. "It's time to get up, love." Then he walked downstairs.

I was ecstatic. Sloane should have listened to me the whole time! I got dressed for school, had a bowl of Lucky Charms in celebration of my personal victory, and brushed my teeth.

My father said he'd be outside warming up the car. You never knew which car this was because we had about ten in our driveway. My father fancied himself a used car dealer, but as I understood it, "dealing" meant buying and then selling. Cars would pile up in our driveway for years at a time, and on most mornings my father would have to jumpstart one or more to get us to school. Each car was more embarrassing than the next and none were made in the decade in which we lived.

I went outside and jumped into the car that was smoking, which was a fluorescent turquoise Plymouth something or other with vinyl interior. I was flying so high from my victory, I decided to compliment him on the car.

"I love this color, Dad."

My firm yet supple seven-year-old ass had hardly touched the vinyl when my own father sucker-slapped me. Right on my nose. I was in pure, titillated horror. I couldn't even respond with words. I thought for sure my nose was broken, but then the tingling sensation died-just when I was starting to enjoy it.

(Continues...)




Excerpted from MY HORIZONTAL LIFE by CHELSEA HANDLER Copyright © 2005 by Chelsea Handler. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents Look Who's Having Sex with Mommy....................1
The Beginning of the End....................13
Dumb and Dumber....................17
Guess Who's Leaving Through the Window?....................24
My Little Nugget....................39
Desperado....................46
Skid Mark....................53
Thunder....................60
Shrinky Dink....................68
Don't Believe a Word I Say....................74
The Cookie Monster....................83
Doctor, Doctor....................94
Oh, Shut Up Already!....................107
A Wedding Story....................122
Overboard....................139
Out of the Closet....................163
Rerun....................181
False Alarm....................197
Acknowledgments....................214
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2008

    A reviewer

    I read the reviews on this book and decided to go buy it based on the thought I needed a light read for what has been a stressful few months with my job. I did not find this book funny at all. At no point in my life, have I ever been able to justify demeaning others simply because I demeaned 'myself.' This careless girl DOES manage to realize at the end she should grow up, but to place a memorial to her stupidity of youth, while making fun of every individual she comes into contact with is shameful. It just is NOT funny to write about STUPIDITY while at the same time completely crossing the path to racism. In a time when we are preaching 'change' this book falls into a very 70's philosophy of sex. It's horrible.

    34 out of 76 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2009

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    Great Girl's Weekend Grab!

    I took this book with me on a girl's trip which involved days of laying in the sun by the pool. I found myself laughing out loud to the point where the rest of the girls wanted in on the fun so we took turns reading chapters out loud to eachother and were in tears laughing. Once you pick up a Chelsea Handler book, you can't put it down.

    24 out of 30 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 29, 2011

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    Excellent Read

    I enjoyed this one. Excellent for the hot summer days!

    14 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 8, 2009

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    Thanks for the laughs, Chels!

    Much like "Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea," "My Horizontal Life" made me laugh out loud at Chelsea's hilarious anecdotes and ability to tell humorous stories. I read her 2nd book first and her first book second, but it doesn't really matter. Each is a collection of random stories over the course of her lifetime, so there's no particular order that readers have to follow to get terrific enjoyment from Chelsea's miseries. You just have to love reading about sex, alcohol, and mishaps. Oh, and midgets. And an occasional skidmark. Hehehe... I look forward to Chelsea's third book! Keep 'em coming, girl!

    Note to publisher: do you need an editor? I noticed a lot of grammatical typos that were obviously overlooked during the printing of this book. If so, tell me where to send my resume. Thanks!

    11 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2009

    Racist and Offensive

    This book is meant to be funny, but in fact is racist and offensive. This author seems to believe she is superior to everyone she encounters, despite the sad fact that at the end of the day, she can best be described as a promiscuous, dishonest alcoholic. Her offensive comments are directed against everyone who is not white and is somehow different: African Americans, Latinos, midgets - You name it. After reading this book I promptly threw it in the trash - where it belongs.

    10 out of 39 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 12, 2011

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    Good read

    Very funny. If you love Chelsea, you must read this book

    6 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 30, 2009

    ONE OF THE FUNNIEST BOOKS I HAVE EVER READ

    I now know more about Chelsea's sex life than I do my own. I read this book for three hours straight, unable to leave Chelsea's witty comments and hilarious adventures and thoughts. This book is definitely a fun, guilty pleasure read and down right fantastic.

    6 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 24, 2009

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    The life and times or I should say one-nights stand of one of my favorite comediennes

    From her walking in on her parents, to her desperately trying to hid a dirty pair of panties, to here encounter with a eight-teen year old boy, this book will keep you smiling and laughing form start to finish.

    6 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2010

    Insincere & Disgusting

    I found this book to be offensive, which I had braced myself for since it was about sex. But it goes beyond that. She also bashes and makes fun of every person she comes into contact with. (While she, on the other hand, is apparently perfect.) I never realized some people's goals in life came down to getting drunk & laid.

    This is supposed to be a memoir, but it's obvious a lot of it isn't true, but just made up to be more amusing. I just don't know who actually finds this funny.

    5 out of 21 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 1, 2010

    I love Chelsea, but this book...

    Ok as stated in my title I love, no like seriously LOVE Chelsea, I have had a crush on her since I first saw her. Anyway I read this book in a day, and found the writing top notch, it flowed smoothly and was an easy and comfortable read. However, I was not a huge fan of this book. I am guessing that it may have had something to do with the fact that I am a guy and had a huge crush on Ms. Handler and every story ended in her sleeping with someone that was not me.

    I have since read "Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea" and now suggest both books be read as a group and considered the same book. The combination of the two makes even the most stuck up guy love Chelsea even more than they ever would have known.

    The stories are fantastic. If you live even the most mild of provocitive lives (or have in the past) you will relate to Chelsea. If you are going to read one book or another, if you are a female I suggest this book, if you are a male I suggest her second book.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2009

    Hysterical

    I think Chelsea Handler is hysterical on her show Chelsea Lately, and this book is no different. It is over the top, crude, and innapropriate in every way. This book is not for the easily offended. I found myself laughing out loud the whole time, and was left wanting more. I definately reccomend this book for an easy read and lighthearted read.

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

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    Hilarious!

    This book is excellent! Chelsea Handlers humor keeps you yearning to turn the next page (even though you have tons of other things you should be doing!). There isn't quite another writer/comedian like Chelsea. She writes what most of us think about, yet she has the Chutzpah to let the world know. I found myself at times laughing out loud, while reading, completely involved in the book, while onlookers stared. It was a perfect blend of raunchy humor one might expect from Chelsea Handler. A great follow-up to her first book!

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 14, 2009

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    If you didn't laugh you have zero sense of humor!

    Maybe I am just an immature 29 year old or maybe I laugh out loud nonstop at this book because it reads like my life, minus the sleeping around; I can relate to partying all night and foolish stories. I consider her show and live stand ups are very comical, but her writing is flat out hilarious. I read this book on the beach and got many stares due to my roaring laughter, and found it funnier than her first book. If you enjoy inane authors like David Sedaris and even Augusten Burroughs then Chelsea is the female version for you. She's crude and offensive but also genuine and warm. Keep writing Chelsea because books like this make me laugh all day, and we need to laugh more in this world!

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 3, 2009

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    Had to stifle my laughter!

    I read this book while sitting in a Barnes & Noble and kept getting looks for laughing out loud. Chelsea cracks me up...her writing is hilarious and I can relate to a lot of these stories.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2012

    Not very funny :(

    I had expected mire, but it was unfunny and kinda boring. It was a waste of my time.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2012

    On the fence with cheksea on this one

    Written and easily read. I read this in one day and probably got less than a handful of laughs by it. I love Handlers show, yet even so I found her sexual escapades very repetitive at best. Some things are funny but i wasnt cracking up like in the show. The first story you read in the sample is by far the funniest in the entirebook. This book is 171PAGES and while i dont regret reading it. I do regret paying 8.87 for it. Hope this helps someone.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2012

    Flat out crap

    Just garbage! And i ,ibve her late show

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2012

    Boring.

    Could not finish it because it bored me to tears.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2011

    Lowlife comedy

    Read only if nothing else is available, Could not get more than half way before looking for something more interesting, Some humorous expressions,

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2011

    If you like funny....

    Hillarious.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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