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I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell
written by Tucker Max
Studio : Citadel Press
by Citadel Press
Publisher : Citadel Press
Released : 2006-01-01
Availability : Usually ships in 1-2 business days
Number of Items : 1
EAN : 9780806527284
Avg. Customer Rating: (based on 284 reviews)
List Price : $12.95
Our Price : $7.40
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Product Description |
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My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. 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. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world. —from the Introduction Actual reader feedback: "I am completely baffled as to how you can congratulate yourself for being a womanizer and a raging drunk, or think anyone cares about an idiot like you. Do you really think that exploiting the insecurities of others while getting wasted is a legitimate thing to offer?" "Thank you, thank you, thank you—for sharing with us your wonderful tales of drunken revelry, for teaching me what it means to be a man, for just existing so I know that there is another option; I too can say ‘screw the system’ and be myself and have fun. My life truly began when I finished reading your stories. Now, when faced with a quandary about what course of action I should take, I just ask myself, ‘What Would Tucker Do?’—and I do it, and I am a better man for it." "I find it truly appalling that there are people in the world like you. You are a disgusting, vile, repulsive, repugnant, foul creature. Because of you, I don’t believe in God anymore. No just God would allow someone like you to exist." "I’ll stay with God as my lord, but you are my savior. I just finished reading your brilliant stories, and I laughed so hard I almost vomited. I want to bring that kind of joy to people. You’re an artist of the highest order and a true humanitarian to boot. I'm in both shock and awe at how much I want to be you." "You are the coolest person I can even imagine existing. If you slept with my girlfriend, it'd make me love her more." |
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What are we promoting? |
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Would someone please explain why you are helping this guy by buying his books? Seems to me you are not only paying for but also serving him his beer! |
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Funny, but not the greatest |
Tucker Max is funny.. Bbut he doesn't deserve any respect from any respectable woman.
Although he is definitely good for a laugh because we've all been there, on both sides of his stories (seeing as I am a woman, it definitely brough back some fun memories), so we can slightly relate. I think he takes it a little too far sometimes though (at least for my taste), you know that line that should never be crossed?!?! He crossed many times in those 300 pages!!
I'm glad I read it.. I wanted to know how funny he really was, but I probably won't read it again. But if you are just looking to pass the time and want a good laugh, you should try Tucker out. |
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Brings back memories. |
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I thought the book was well written and bought back a lot of old memories :-) |
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worst read ever |
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After reading the first two pages I decided to stop torturing my mind with such inane, stupid and meaningless stuff. This book is a TOTAL TRASH! |
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Yawn. College again? |
Ok, the book looked interesting, I had seven hours of air travel ahead, what the heck?
Flight takes off, so I begin reading the first chapter. ok, not so bad. Makes me even a little excited thinking about my pre-married with children days, and I am on my way to Vegas to boot! Perfect combination, at least until I got a couple of chapters into the book and realized that it sucked. it was poorly written, not at all riveting, and not original or thought provoking. By less than a quarter into the book, I started rooting against Max, hoping that he would pass out from doing 20-something shots and split his head open. I hoped he would get crabs. I wanted to read about the girl he knocked up. But except for one joke from a pissed off former girlfriend, none of that ever came to pass. Bummer.
Like previous posters said, if I want to hear stories about drunken boys getting laid I will hang out with my old school buddies, people I care about. Tucker, I just never cared about you or the shameless way you treated everyone around you. Good luck with your book in a few years called, "I Hope They Prescribe Rogain in Hell". |
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