America, May 8, 2006
Tucker Max and I will need a cold one
If you spend any amount of time wandering through my website, you'll note a certain playful cheekiness and a prodigious propensity to party. Add to it my compulsive need to socialize and international travel addiction, and some might think I am a global playboy. I've even been accused of being a "techno-yuppie who drinks too much".|
Yet, even with all my crazy foolishness, I assure you I am no where near the level of Tucker Max. His drunken hell raising across America makes me look positively Quaker, even when I am too hung-over to walk. Unfortunately, not only does he out-party me, he also out-writes me.
Reading his book, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, I laughed so hard, so often, I could only finish a chapter at a time - my face ached and stomach hurt that much from all my laughing. I wanted to read the book on an upcoming plane flight, but there's no way. I'd be doubled over laughing so much, the flight attendants would make me sit on the wing.
Guys, if you have any game, buy his book and laugh cover-to-cover. Girls, if you have a man, buy this book and read a chapter every time your man forgets a birthday or anniversary. Compared to Tucker, who proudly states:
I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead.You're man will be a knight in shining armor. Either way, and I don't say this often, buy this book I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell and be ready for an amazing good time.