Bad Wisdom by Bill Drummond and Mark Manning.
Written as a side by side description of the same story seen by two complete nutters, one who likes to make up reality, and one who seems to destroy it at will. Oh, and by the way, the story never explicitly makes clear which of the two is writing at any one time, resulting in segments of debauched but relative normality segueing seamlessly into accounts of utterly bizarre prose, with absolutely no indication one person has stopped speaking and the other has started.
Full of porn, fantasy, music, rock n roll, elvis, drugs, drugged out ex girlfriends, gigantic tattoos, scat, madonna, madonnas homosexual size queen slave engaging in a disgustingly well-described anal dildoing, a trip to the north pole with a million dollars and a picture of elvis, chippendales, chippendales wielding jewelled chainsaws and being repeatedly assured by the writers that they are in no way homosexual, chippendales engaging in male bonding that is over the top yet is STILL repeatedly described only as tremendously heterosexual, and Chippendales as a holy order dedicated to duelling with Darkness in the form of Madonna and Rupert Murdoch, eskimos, a man with such potent sperm that he has fathered hundreds of bastard sons and as such now only does anal, staffs, viking bikers, a bevy of supermodels on a train that get ****ed, a group of Nazi Kung-Fu sex bitches with Rottweilers that get ****ed and killed,
and the worlds most incredible line of prose, bar none:
"We were gonna free willy, fuck chicks and slay dragons. We are Zen Masters, and know what the fuck we are talking about"
Sound like I'm giving it a negative review? WRONG. This is the greatest work of semi-fiction mankind has ever produced.