What could cause Bob to give up his job at a pathology lab that demands so little of him, where he can play Tetris and surf the Web whenever he wants? What could lead him to walk out on a beautiful girlfriend who makes her living as a masturbation coach? What could make him risk everything to transform himself into Roberto, a kingpin in the Los Angeles Mexican mafia? An erotic tattoo-the Mona Lisa of erotic tattoos-painted on a severed arm, which lands in Bob's lap one fateful morning. Bob may have fallen for the woman in ink, but he's not the only one who wants the beefy limb. There's the telenovela-addicted mobster who lost it, the jefe who needs to keep it out of the clutches of the police, a backstabbing cannabis aficionado/ Wharton grad, and a wine snob LAPD detective who knows the arm is the evidence he needs to bring down the entire Mexican mafia. And all the while Bob is holding onto it for dear life. As potent as a double-shot margarita

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