When one picks up a book and reads the first twenty-five pages to discover whether it is any good.
Mom: What's ya readin'?
Me: Nothing actually, this stupid Dickens novel is still describing the wart on the bad guy's nose and I'm already on page 25.
Brother: Yeah, put that piece of pretentious shit down NAO! It has failed the 25 page test.
4👍 3👎