Funny Book of the Month Club

Funny Book of the Month Club... For People Who’ve Truly Given Up

Congratulations. You’ve found the only subscription box that doesn’t pretend to make your life better. Welcome to the Funny Book of the Month Club - a monthly reminder that your standards are either impressively low or dangerously ironic.

Here’s how this literary roulette works: once a month (because we wouldn’t dare burden you more often), you’ll receive whatever new abomination Brad Gosse has coughed up. Yes, it’ll be the latest release - whether it’s a joke book about emotionally distant dads, or a kids’ parody that should never be read to actual children. You don’t choose the book. The book chooses you. Kind of like depression.

You Don’t Get to Choose... And That’s the Whole Point

Each month, you’ll receive a brand-new Brad Gosse book that you didn’t ask for and couldn’t have predicted. It’s a complete surprise, which is either exciting or terrifying depending on how much trust you’ve misplaced in this process. You won’t know the title, the topic, or how badly it will ruin your next coffee table conversation until it shows up. But here’s what you can count on: it will be one of Brad’s latest releases, hot off the press and personally autographed like a signed confession of creative misconduct. This isn’t a curated experience. This is a literary gamble. And you’re all in.

What’s Included?

• The newest signed Brad Gosse book, straight from the printer and into your downward spiral.
• Autographed - because if you're going to own garbage, it might as well be signed garbage.
• Stickers - for decorating your laptop, your water bottle, or the police report.
• Limited edition prints - stuff you'll look at once, question your life, and then misplace forever.
• Random exclusive weirdness - because even we don’t know what’s coming next. Could be a bookmark. Could be a restraining order. Who knows?

Why Subscribe?

Maybe you hate yourself just enough. Maybe you need a monthly gift to remind your therapist why they charge you double. Maybe you want to horrify friends and family with the worst gag gift imaginable. Whatever your motivation, the Funny Book of the Month Club is here to deliver fresh printed regret every damn month - worldwide and shipping free.

Think of it like a streaming subscription, if they sent you a physical envelope filled with bad decisions and poor life choices instead of digital distractions. 

Perfect For:

• White elephant exchanges you don’t want to be invited back to
• Ruining Secret Santa for someone in HR
• Collectors of questionable life decisions
• Your inner nihilist who’s tired of pretending

Bonus Junk You Didn’t Know You Needed

Every book comes with weird little extras that make you question the nature of value. We’re talking signed prints, offensive stickers, or maybe even a one-of-a-kind drawing or handwritten poem scrawled during a caffeine-induced spiral. These oddities are exclusive to subscribers - which means no one else will ever get them unless they steal your mail or make equally bad life choices. They’re rare, they’re weird, and they’ll definitely make future generations question what kind of person you were. Collect them all, or just let them pile up next to your unopened therapy bills.

Subscription Terms... Because We Have to Say This Stuff

You can skip, pause, or cancel your subscription anytime. No begging, no awkward emails, just click a button and vanish like a responsible adult. Each month, we ship you a freshly signed regret bomb. If you open the package and realize it’s not your flavor of emotional damage, you can always donate it to a charity, a thrift store, or your ex’s mailbox. But let’s be clear: there are no returns, no exchanges, and definitely no take backs. Once it ships, it’s yours, like a tattoo with a typo. If your book arrives damaged or doesn't arrive at all, we will rush out a replacement.

Subscribe now!

Become part of an elite club of people who’ve accepted that life is meaningless, but at least comes with stickers.

One new autographed disaster. Every month. No hope. Just comedy.