Customer Rating:
Summary: TUCKER MAX - FULL OF CR@P
Comment: This guy is no different than Oprah's guy, 1,000 little lies and without having ever met Tucker here is how I know he is completely F.O.S.

First, my credentials: Tucker and I are similar, our views on life and our collegiate experiences share a commonality, indeed, I could match and in some cases even exceed many of his outrageous stories pace for pace with my own.

I attended a large Southern California university, and was part of that school's greek system. I was not in the wildest house at school, the "Animal House" if you will, and that is because during rush I partied with the membership and was told afterwards that while everyone liked me and thought I was cool, "we're in a lot of trouble with the university right now and we're afraid if we bid you we wouldn't be able to control you and end up getting into more trouble."

So I pledged and got into a different house, and it turned out to be a better thing because while my house was wild they also did a little better with the girls, little better game. The Animal House guys eventually had their fraternity house condemned by L.A.F.D. and that would've been a drag being in a fraternity with no fraternity house. Yes they were wild, but they were also pigs living in filth and turns out chicks don't dig broken glass, and garbage, who knew ?

So as I said, I was considered very wild, so much so that over time a lot of the guys in my fraternity didn't care for me, they too came to see my antics as something of a liability, my appetite for destruction was legendary, get drunk and break sh;t was my motto and occasionally that led to problems.

I also had a lot of the insane stuff with women and to be fair, if Tucker is telling the truth about his sexual prowess he sounds better in that department than I, but you gotta make do with what you got. Fundamentally there was a lack of respect and so in that regard we are similar (from the waist up I imagine ?).

My thing with the book, and he doesn't say otherwise so I have to call BS, is that he recalls waaay to much, the number of shots, the number of beers, and claims, who said what to whom with a level of detail that frankly just isn't possible when you're teetering on the verge of loosing consciousness from alcohol poisoning.

Some guys talk a good party game, but if you've ever known any real derelicts, or if you ever were one yourself you know that the details are always fuzzy, heavy drinkers are escaping, they don't want to remember, so guys that count shots aren't doing them, and guys that do them don't remember how many they did because they don't care !

It's like a quote I read once about CBGB in New York during the 80's: "if you can remember it you weren't there."

For example: Once I was at an inter-sorority sand volleyball tournament and this older dude shows up in a beat to hell station wagon promoting this unheard of new liquor called Jagermeister which he proceeds to give away by the case. So we start doing shots, and more shots, and more shots, and yes I kept track (stay with me) until I was on the roof of the fraternity that was hosting the event and completely blown. When the girls would get a good rally going I would toss a second volleyball into the game confusing everyone and blowing the set to the frustration of the 100's of people present who for some reason cared about the outcome ? I did this several times and every time a sea of disgusted faces would turn to the roof where I was sitting to give me an annoyed look which I found hysterically funny.

That day I did 21 one ounce shots of Yager, ended up partying in an apartment with some people I didn't know, later passing out somewhere in public around 7 or 8 pm, and had to be taken home by friends. So the next day I wake up and call a good buddy in Seattle to tell him about this new insane booze called Jagermeister and how I did 21 shots of it.

His response was, are you kidding ? You told me all about it, we spoke yesterday, you called me from the party, and while you had me on the phone you did shots 22 and 23, are you telling me you don't remember any of this ?

See my point, if you're a true party pig there's no way you have the recall that Tucker has, his stories have too much detail, the memories are just too vivid to be true.

I'm sure he was wild, and I'm sure there is an element of truth to the things he says but there has to be a lot of literary license, if not outright fabrication, and who's to say otherwise ? It's one of those things where even if you were there you're probably not in a position to dispute it because you wouldn't remember it yourself.

Tucker is a self promoter, I'm sure he's also a troublemaker, and an expert at getting and maintaining people's attention not unlike a good actor. I also don't doubt that he is and or was a drunk, but he did these things with an agenda of self aggrandizement, he made sure when he took shots everyone was looking, and if they missed it he'd be sure to tell them about it afterwards but he's also a bullsh;tter and guys I've known like him were never as wild as they made out to be.

Good story tellers yes, but not true UFA Mano ragers.

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Customer Rating:
Summary: Perplexing
Comment: I do not know exactly how to review this book. First of all I initially confiscated this book from one of my High School students. When I read it I laughed and then I started to feel embarrassed. Now, I am no Saint, and I have a warped and filthy mind. However this book made me blush. Then I got to thinking, how my teenage female student was reading this and then the guys were reading and laughing like Beavis and Butthead. When I got home I held my daughter in my arms and realized the horror. Now as I sit here and contemplate this book I think to myself, is this for real? Did this guy in fact do all these things? They seem to be awfully outlandish and I am questioning the validity of his "stories". In fact I had buddy that had a "girlfriend" that had sex with him whenever he wanted, was loaded, older than he, and did not want a committed relationship. Yet none of us ever met her and he has NEVER had a visible girlfriend. Men are great liars when it comes to our bedroom follies. Read at your own risk and judge for yourself, but do not let your teenagers read it, for the love of God, they are frisky enough.

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Customer Rating:
Summary: Great book.
Comment: Just finished the book and laughed my head off. The wife does not understand for sure. Looking forward to the next book and the movie.

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Customer Rating:
Summary: About as good as expected.
Comment: While I appreciate his humor, a whole collection didn't do it for me. It could have been one fourth this size and been just the right amount.

I thoroughly enjoyed the one about the fat girl, because I am just that. But I also was bored during many of the long stories about getting in fights and being drunk.

Too much of a good thing is clearly, too much.

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Customer Rating:
Summary: Shameless debauchery at its finest.
Comment: In no way is this book particularly enlightening, but the memoir is undeniably hilarious. The consistent shock value within highly segmented prose makes this a weightless read; good luck walking away from it, unless it's to wipe your eyes.

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