NO DAY PASSES THAT WE DON'T REGRET NOT DRINKING!
ALERT! ALERT - WHOOP! WHOOP! - IT' MONDAY - the day named after all the famous historical "Mons," like Attila the Mon, Genghis Mon and George Washing-mon. OK, OK, Ok, maybe not, but it's certainly how we remember it from junior high school. Well, actually all that Stacy remembers from junior high school is smoking pot, and all that Kevin remembers is Karen Kettleman's breasts, but you get the point. Memories are funny things and we're in the throes of trying to remember the details of our motorcycle ride around America last Summer for our publisher to "fact check."
Look, we're new to this whole writing "thing." As a matter of fact, we didn't even know that every sentence needed both a noun and a verb until our editor told us! We just thought that we could buy a vowel from Vanna White whenever we needed one. (Speaking of remembering breasts - do you think hers are bigger than Pat Sajack's man-boobs?). Anyway, did you know that everything you write in a book about something that really happened has to be true? We think that's sorta limiting! We try to NEVER let the truth get in the way of a good story.
They have these ass-clowns at book publishing companies called "fact checkers." Their whole purpose in life is to verify that everything authors state as fact are in fact, facts! (cool sentence construction, huh?). Well that's where we're struggling. You see our memories are clouded from too many miles on the road and too many pitchers of beer in nameless smoke filled bars. Our book is written and the publisher is...well...er...publishing it, but first, the fact checkers are grilling us to verify that the details are true. Look, would we lie? Whatever! In the meantime we're gonna go out and have a few beers, try and makeup some "facts" to keep our publisher happy and fondly remember all of the details of that night in Rapid City when...
Stacy looked on the internet for some true sounding facts. Our file cabinet only had Hooters receipts in it!
Kevin found a file, but it was just our arrest record. In the end, we're just gonna borrow the facts from here.
Look, we're new to this whole writing "thing." As a matter of fact, we didn't even know that every sentence needed both a noun and a verb until our editor told us! We just thought that we could buy a vowel from Vanna White whenever we needed one. (Speaking of remembering breasts - do you think hers are bigger than Pat Sajack's man-boobs?). Anyway, did you know that everything you write in a book about something that really happened has to be true? We think that's sorta limiting! We try to NEVER let the truth get in the way of a good story.
They have these ass-clowns at book publishing companies called "fact checkers." Their whole purpose in life is to verify that everything authors state as fact are in fact, facts! (cool sentence construction, huh?). Well that's where we're struggling. You see our memories are clouded from too many miles on the road and too many pitchers of beer in nameless smoke filled bars. Our book is written and the publisher is...well...er...publishing it, but first, the fact checkers are grilling us to verify that the details are true. Look, would we lie? Whatever! In the meantime we're gonna go out and have a few beers, try and makeup some "facts" to keep our publisher happy and fondly remember all of the details of that night in Rapid City when...
Stacy looked on the internet for some true sounding facts. Our file cabinet only had Hooters receipts in it!
Kevin found a file, but it was just our arrest record. In the end, we're just gonna borrow the facts from here.
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