Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Mood Is Gone

...and i have Tucker Max to thank for it. (or, rather, Brkn for bringing this to my attention. seriously, what would i do without the MD/IL email chains that take place during Brkn, Zach and my monotonous 9-5 workdays...?)

let me preface what i'm about to write with the fact that as a female, i should not find Tucker Max even remotely hilarious, but i do. i can't help it. we'll just say that i appreciate his candid writing style, and his unabashed asshole-ness--something we can all relate to. (or, maybe that's just me. whatever.) and though as of late, it seems as though every "memoir" published has been countered with someone's declarations of the levels of "truthiness" (to borrow from Steven Colbert) of the contents of said memoir, i must say, i don't even care if Max's stories are true or false. they are disgustingly hilarious.

if you think you can stomach it, read this. WARNING: feces, vomit, and sex are involved. and grotesquely intertwined.

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