Occurred, April 2010
Another email from a different girl I kinda want to know how she “found out” it wasn’t me:
“I wanted to tell you that I’m a huge fan. You may be an asshole but I respect that . . . plus you’re sexy and you make me laugh. But not that long ago I was out at a bar in Pittsburgh with some friends and this guy approached me and introduced himself as Tucker Max and said he was in town on a book signing. HE LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE YOU! He was even an asshole like you. I really thought he was you. Long story short, I slept with this guy and later found out it was not you. His name is John and he is a student at University of Pittsburgh. This guy gets tons of pussy in Pittsburgh because he tells people he’s you. I wish it had been :(”
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Sloppy Seconds: The Tucker Max Leftovers
Non-FictionTucker Max’s books—I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, Assholes Finish First, and Hilarity Ensues—are a uniquely engaging trilogy composed of his best, craziest stories. They’ve sold millions of copies to fans all over the world. Their success has meant...
