The Frequently Asked Shits

It looks like satire. It reads like therapy. It works like a reset button you didn't know your life had.

Short, sharp chapters that lower your guard with a joke and sucker-punch you with the truth while you're laughing. We wrote a whole page about it, because we couldn't shut up. WTF Is 50 Shits? →

No. The books pay for the building. The building is the fun part.

There's a kitchen with real recipes and no life story before the method. A bar that doesn't need alcohol. A file room full of characters who learned things the hard way. A game that makes you practise the thing everyone else tells you to do. A reviews page where the publisher argues with its own customers. Most of it is free and none of it asks you to sign up for anything.

We built a directory so you can see the whole floor plan. Every room, one page →

Nope. This isn't Harry Potter.

Every book stands alone. Start wherever your soul is screaming the loudest — for help, for laughter, or for both. There's no wrong door. There's just the next one.

Snort-in-public, embarrass-yourself-on-the-bus funny.

But the comedy's just the wrapper. Underneath it's trauma, sovereignty, accountability, money, parenting, and the occasional emotional sucker-punch you didn't sign up for. The laugh lowers the guard. The truth does the work. You get both, whether you wanted the second one or not.

Absolutely not.

Unless your workplace formally approves swearing, truth bombs, emotional breakthroughs, and sudden unauthorized personal growth. Read responsibly. Or don't. We're a book, not a cop.

Yes. Genuinely yours. DRM-free — download them, back them up, hand them to your future self.

Read them on anything: phone, tablet, laptop, your work computer during a fake meeting, your ex's iPad (we don't judge). And if you ever lose the file — life happens — just email us and we'll resend it. Forever. It's yours.

(Just don't upload them to pirate sites. Karma's real, and she reads.)

Not a beer. It's the file format books come in when nobody's trying to lock you into their store.

A PDF is a photograph of a page. An EPUB is a book — it reflows to your screen, your font size, your night mode, and it remembers where you stopped. It opens on every device you own, and you don't need an account to read it.

If it's your first one: it takes about thirty seconds, and we made a page that detects your device and tells you exactly what to tap. WTF is an EPUB? →

Oh, you can buy them on Amazon and Apple Books. We're not going to pretend otherwise — there's a link right on every book.

But here's the honest pitch: when you buy through them, a big chunk of the price disappears into a machine that doesn't care about the work. When you buy direct, more of it stays with the people who actually made this, it keeps us independent, and your files are DRM-free and truly yours. Same book. Better for everyone who isn't a trillion-dollar warehouse.

We put the Amazon link there because we'd rather be honest about your options than hide them. We just think you'll make the right call.

Not yet — on purpose. Digital first keeps us independent, keeps costs down, and keeps censorship at zero.

Print is coming. But we refuse to pump out flimsy print-on-demand garbage that falls apart at the spine. When the physical editions land, they'll be premium — the kind of object you'd actually want on a shelf, not a library-sale paperback.

Yes. Obviously yes. A single book is a taste; the bundle is the whole descent for barely more than the price of a couple singles. The math is almost insulting in your favor.

See the bundle →

The series you're looking at? God, no. Keep the little ones away from these — they're for grown-ups who can handle the language and the truth.

But here's a secret: there's a 50 Poops kids' line coming. Same soul, gentler tone — fun, silly, wise, zero swearing — built for the small humans who giggle at the word "poop" (bless them) and the adults who want a softer door into all this. It's on its way. You heard it here first.

A man in a retrofitted porta-potty with a tinfoil hat, a conscience, and zero corporate handlers.

We keep a file on him. It's classified, mostly. Read the dossier on Johnny X. Nova →

Yes. We're sovereign, not stingy. If something's wrong, reach out and we'll make it right — the details live on our refund policy page, and a real human reads the emails.

More than you think. This is the first tier of a descent that goes a lot deeper, and the further down it goes, the stranger and truer it gets.

You're early. That's a good thing to be.