A pantheon of hungover deities roll into the universe on a bus playing something that sounds a lot like the Mister Softee jingle, take residence in Dubai's Burj Khalifa, and turn their collective gaze on Ike Karton, a 48-year-old, 5'7", unemployed, Jersey City butcher.
The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is exactly the sort of next novel you might expect from Mark Leyner, in that Mark Leyner's indescribable, hyper-experimental, postmodern fiction generally defies the notion of expectation. If you expect however that it's hilarious, you wont't be disappointed.