I Hope they Serve Beer in Hell

So I was chilling with some friends the other day, and one of the friends I was with gave me I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, that one book that's all the collection of things that he posts his stories. At first, me being a pretentious asshole, I think in my mind, this book looks like horseshit. It's gonna be horseshit. I could tie a blindfold around my eyes and start headbutting my keyboard and write a better book then this. But I didn't say that out loud. Mainly because I needed something to read that wasn't something I've already read, that and I didn't want to insult my friend's taste in books. So I carry it around in my back pocket (all the while walking around the mall with a large book that is pulling my pants down so I look like a wigger), and we decide to grab something to eat. So we get some food, go outside and sit down to eat our food, and he tells me to hand him the book. So I do. He flips through it, finds a chapter, and slides it across the table and tells me to read the chapter.

And, it's actually pretty funny. Don't get me wrong, the dude, Max Tucker, is a freaking prick. He's one of those people that if I met, I'd punch in the mouth. With a 2x4. With six nails in it. Repeatedly.

But that doesn't stop the fact that I've been reading it and laughing ridiculously loud. It's funny. It's really funny. But I can understand why people don't like him. Anybody that reads this, and can't tell why people really, really, really don't like him is a retard.

The chapters aren't all that long, so this is a book that takes about a day or two to read. It's a pretty easy read, and I enjoyed it despite hating the dude.