Crude, rude, and pathetic are the adjectives that best describe these
reminiscences from the 1940s and 1950s. The authors recall a string of
trivial, and usually unpleasant, incidents from their disaster-prone
childhoods and prank-filled teen years on the Canadian prairies. Most of
the memories involve getting drunk, falling down, urinating, and
farting. To give full credit for creativity, it should be noted that
some of the farting was done into milk bottles.

For those who seek more sophisticated entertainment, there’s an
account of a teenage girl getting stuck to the wet paint on a toilet
seat, and the recurring favorite about the day “the boys” dug a pit
in the path to the outhouse, filled it with water, and disguised it with
a thin layer of earth.

I cannot imagine any justification for publishing this puerile drivel.