This book wasn't as good as it's hyped up to be. He spends an inordinate amount of time contemplating his genitals (because his last name used to be Dick, so he unloads years of childhood teasings here) and just generally being crude, vulgar and gross. And his stuff just isn't that funny. Jerry Seinfeld's "Seinlanguage" and Paul Reiser's "Couplehood" were much funnier. After reading this book, I'll probably never watch "Home Improvement" again.