This book reads like it's written by a failed comedian with severe ADHD. It's a pain in the neck to pick through the endlessly branching bad jokes to get to what the point is. Most of the content is unoriginal and far from useful. The book's titles implies it prioritises pragmatism, instead be prepared be grow a beard waiting for the author to get to the point and say something (or anything) meaningful.
The book is chok-full of awful jokes written in some bizarre pre-2000s lingo. There's very little content. The title of this book clearly reflects the attitude of the author: sell some trash and move on to the next mark that buys your stuff in good faith.