I get Tucker Max. I do. My proclaiming to everyone on his website, on the dust jacket of his book that he is an asshole, he doesn't have to take accountability for anything. Because, hey, I told you I was an asshole, right? I get it. And I've used that tactic before. That doesn't make me like the book any better, though.

Admittedly, I loved the title and I thought I was buying a smart, witty, off-color book written by a guy whose irreverant rants on life would be hilarious. Not so much. If you've ever been to a frat party and heard some drunk guy talking about his sordid, unbelievable conquests, you've already heard 75% of this book.

While "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" was good for a few cheap laughs, I ultimately finished the book and felt sad that someone going on 30 years old is still prattling on about the stupid things he does when he's drunk. This book validates the feeling I've had for awhile now that truly anyone can get a book deal.