Damn it, I have to post again, about a writer so Funny that I actually read the Book in one sitting--I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell--by Tucker Max. It's not the kind of book you can read the funny bits out loud to people at work though, unless they can composedly take in stride what has to be, hands down, the best anal sex scene in American letters. I laughed, I wept, I howled so loudly the neighbors would have thought there was something funky going on had they been able to hear it over the Super Bowl. I haven't enjoyed a grandstanding, cocky twenty-something smartass so much in years. The book is a Rake's Progress of comic incidents involving sex and alcohol--in varying degrees but near constant presence--that won't be shocking to anyone who went to college and attended parties of, shall we say, substance, but he tells his tales well. It is best to let him take you for the ride and not expect too much--good advice for both his bed partners and readers--trust me, you will not be reading this book for its tender, sensitive portrayals of youth.