CBGB: Decades of Graffiti
Mark Batty Publisher
I challenge you to come up with a more embarrassing idea for a book than this: A photo retrospective of the crap people wrote on stuff at CBGB's. And before you go off pshawing about how easy this is is going to be, it can't be abstractly embarrassing, like "Boy, this new Cormac McCarthy book is so bad compared to his old stuff it's embarrassing" or "It's so embarrassing finding out George Clooney is into scat." It has to be a book that you would feel more physically embarrassed to own than this absurdly gay cash-in.
Anne Geddes collections and NAMBLA Bulletins won't work because it'd be obvious you were joking (or you're an actual pedophile in which case might as well fly the flag). Same with Cheetah Girls and the Klingon dictionary and that fucking Maddox book (though that would be a tough sell). Honestly, I think I would rather have both my grandmothers walk in to find me jerking off with a candle up my ass over Madonna's SEX book in my parents' living room than have anyone walk in right now and spot this neon-pink-spined albatross splayed in the corner where I just threw it.