Helpful Score: 1
I got the audio CD of this one, rather than the hardcopy, but, the author (Who wrote the hilarious and touching "Sh*t My Dad Says") was not the one reading. Rather some voice actor I had never heard of, who was doing both male and female voices (the female ones badly).
The first CD was very funny, as we got to hear the story of Justin's first grade crush, and how to "impress" her he'd drawn a picture with a dog pooping on her head. Sam, his father, asked the teacher if she was an idiot, because she called his parents for this. "He's sweet on her! You're telling me in ALL your years of teaching little kids you've never seen that?" and felt that the biggest problem in the picture was that the dog appeared to be flying. "Draw a hill or something-- don't you know physics?"
Unfortunately, the remaining 3 CDs were a merely a wade through a crass menuesa of his attempts to "get laid", lightly littered with poop jokes. I was glad he finally found Amanda, the woman he is now married to, and in some ways he was relateable, I suppose; the socially awkward writer who had NO flirting skills, who worked to pay his way to get to his writing career, but found his long hours physically and emotionally draining to a point that he COULDN'T write, and didn't have the time anyway-- but it came across as whiny.
All in all, it lacked... something. That special magic that he'd managed to capture in the "Sh*t My Dad Says". This one just fell flat by the second disc.
The first CD was very funny, as we got to hear the story of Justin's first grade crush, and how to "impress" her he'd drawn a picture with a dog pooping on her head. Sam, his father, asked the teacher if she was an idiot, because she called his parents for this. "He's sweet on her! You're telling me in ALL your years of teaching little kids you've never seen that?" and felt that the biggest problem in the picture was that the dog appeared to be flying. "Draw a hill or something-- don't you know physics?"
Unfortunately, the remaining 3 CDs were a merely a wade through a crass menuesa of his attempts to "get laid", lightly littered with poop jokes. I was glad he finally found Amanda, the woman he is now married to, and in some ways he was relateable, I suppose; the socially awkward writer who had NO flirting skills, who worked to pay his way to get to his writing career, but found his long hours physically and emotionally draining to a point that he COULDN'T write, and didn't have the time anyway-- but it came across as whiny.
All in all, it lacked... something. That special magic that he'd managed to capture in the "Sh*t My Dad Says". This one just fell flat by the second disc.
