I'm embarassed to admit that I laughed out loud several times while reading I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max. While this bonehead of an author is overly concerned about people believing that all of his juvenile exploits are true, ironically, what ultimately makes his stories so hilarious is that they read like fiction! Who hasn't fantasized about assailing an unsuspecting victim with a barrage of witty, verbal insults.
Some examples, "Uh oh! Did I piss you off? Are you going to write angsty poetry?"
"So that spare tire you're carrying, is it for a car or a truck?"
"How am I supposed to arrive drunk if you won't sell me liquor? What kind of barbarism is this??"
Max is particularly good at this...if, in fact, we can believe his accounts actually took place.
"Granted, these stories are not perfect forensic accounts of everything that happens to me all the time. For instance, they are my best recollections of events that usually occur when I am drunk, edited down to the best, most entertaining parts."
hmmmm...
