Tee hee...

I recently came across a ridiculous little parody called, "Nightlight," published by The Harvard Lampoon.

With preposterous passages such as:

About three things I was absolutely certain.

First, Edwart was most likely my soul mate, maybe.

Second, there was a vampire part of him--which I assumed was wildly out of control--that wanted me dead.

And third, I unconditionally, irrevocably, impenetrably, heterogeneously, gynecologically, and disreputably wished he had kissed me.

Nightlight may not be worth it's $13.95 price tag, but is certainly good for reading a few passages and getting a few chuckles standing in the bookstore!