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Ironically, I don't really like humor books. Also, I can't stand Bill Maher. I think he's an ugly, mean-spirited, whiny, self-righteous jerk.

So I will fully admit to being prejudiced against New Rules. I read about a third of this book -- enough, I would think, to have encountered something funny if there were anything funny to be found in it. I didn't laugh. Not once. I didn't even smile.

There were some parts where I was tempted to smile, like this:

No more TV gambling. First there was Celebrity Poker. Then there was Celebrity Blackjack. I saw one show that was just Cammryn Mannheim scratching lottery tickets.

Or this:

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Actually, I can't find another one. I know there was something else that almost made me smile, but I just spent five minutes wading through tired jokes about Paris Hilton, tired jokes about George W. Bush, tired jokes about Pat Robertson, and copious use of the the word "fuck" in place of a punchline. I feel like I've wasted enough of my life on this crap.

Good job, Bill. You succeeded in publishing a book and getting fired from a TV show. Now go away.