ILLin' like a villain, jive turkey edition

Written on Wednesday, posted to the FUUUUUTUUUUUURRRRRRE! Thus, it's brief. The time machine has a weight limit.

Untitled Technothriller, by Herold [sic] Coyle (Pretty sure this turned out to be They Are Soldiers, but one would think that a savvy reader might have scrutinized this incomplete Bowker Books in Print listing a little more closely.)

Dream Garages, by Kris Palmer (Guys will fantasize about anything in here.)

Don't Blame It on Rio: The Real Reason Men Go to Brazil for Sex, by Jewel Woods (Answer: It's the sex.)