I have urged you to vote for The Great Singapore Penis Panic And The Future Of American Mass Hysteria as the oddest book title of the year at least twice, but you didn't, did you?

The Great Singapore Penis Panic didn't even come in second. The runner-up is Mr Andoh’s Pennine Diary: Memoirs of a Japanese Chicken Sexer in 1935 Hebden Bridge.
I'm so upset I feel like beating up someone in a Ferrari.
I'm especially disappointed because my copy of The Great Singapore Penis Panic, which I ordered online, just arrived yesterday.
I was so excited about receiving the book at first, but now I just feel like I bought a loser.
Shame, shame, shame!