Funny Books for Adults (Written By a Confused Canadian)

July 4, 2026

Okay so I'm going to do something weird. I'm going to recommend my own books. Which is a weird thing to do because I wrote them and I still don't fully understand them.

These are funny books for adults. That's the whole pitch. They look like children's books. They are not children's books. Please do not give them to children.

I can't stress that last part enough.

What Even Is This Format

The cover is bright. The font is big and friendly. The pictures are cartoon-y and vaguely cheerful. You pick it up and your brain goes "oh, a kids book." Then you read the title and your brain goes "wait."

That moment is the entire thing. That's the joke. I've been running that same bit for years now and people keep buying it so I guess it works.

I genuinely do not know why it works. I have thought about this a lot. I have no answer. I've stopped looking for one.

Take Mike Hunt: Smells Like Fish. That's the whole book. The name is the joke. The fact that it exists is the joke. Someone bought it, laughed, and then mailed it to their coworker. That coworker told their friend. Now I have a store. That's the whole origin story.

Or Humpy The Pig: Gets an STI. Public health messaging wrapped in a picture book. No notes. I stand by it.

I make these out of my house in Toronto. I'm a one-man operation. I publish one or two a month and they keep selling and I keep making more because apparently this is my life now.

The Books I'm Reluctantly Recommending

Here's the thing about funny books for adults... the bar for "funny" is entirely personal. Some people think Dad Got Crabs is the funniest thing they've ever held. Some people think it's a cry for help. Both reactions are valid and I get emails from both groups.

Rolling Balls: With My Friend Molly is technically a story about a dog and a ball. It's also technically about something else. You'll figure it out on page two. Most people figure it out on the cover actually.

How to Gaslight People: for Fun and Profit was suggested to me as a gift for an ex. Multiple times, by multiple people. I don't ask questions anymore. I just ship the books.

Diddler On The Roof is one I'm still processing. Someone requested it. I made it. The cover is genuinely adorable. The implications are not. I signed every copy and tried not to think about it too hard.

And then there's No Nut November, which is about squirrels. Obviously. What else would it be about.

The point is: these are funny books for adults in the same way a gas station hot dog is technically a meal. Technically correct. Deeply questionable. Surprisingly satisfying if you're in the right headspace and you've accepted your situation.

I'm not going to tell you they're great literature. They're not. I make them at my desk in Toronto and ship them myself. I sign every single one because if I'm going to do something this stupid I might as well commit.

You want fancy funny books for adults with themes and craft and a point? Go find David Sedaris. He's excellent. I'm not him. I'm the guy who made a book called Dad Got Crabs and sold out of the first print run and had to go back to press.

I don't know what to tell you.

What I can tell you is that people buy them, read them, and send them to friends. I get messages like "my coworker hasn't looked at me the same since" and "this was the best and worst birthday present I've ever given." That's the whole product review right there.

If you want funny books for adults that will genuinely make someone laugh... or question your judgment... or both at the same time... you're in the right place. Browse around. I've made a lot of them and they're all weird.