“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”
Yup, that about sums it up. This was the second book I read on The Trip and it is heterosexually hilarious. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell chronicles in lurid and sordid detail the depravity, debauchery, and all-out drunkenness that is Tucker Max’s life.
And it is one fun ride.
This raunchy romp of a book is a collection of his partying adventures told in loosely chronological order in an almost blog-post fashion. Or maybe it was his blog once and he figured out how to get it published. Whichever it is it’s frickin’ hysterical.
If you’re a regular guy this is probably the funniest book you’ll ever read. And even most chicks, if they’re honest and don’t hide behind the ooh-that’s-so-gross-I’d-never-do-that-crap, will find the book laugh out loud comical.
But if you’re one of those namby-pamby metrosexuals with manicures and pedicures and carefully groomed six o’clock shadows, or if you’re one of those silly girly-girls that think sex is something to be endured only after marriage and blowjobs only happen in porno movies you’ll never watch, you probably want to give this book a pass ’cause it’s gonna get your panties in a bunch.
Everyone else? Into the pool!
I can’t wait for Miss Carol to read it.