By Jim Mullen
Jim Mullen has been writing "The Village Idiot," a weekly column syndicated in six hundred newspapers round the kingdom for the previous ten years. "Now in Paperback!" is a specific number of these columns together with fan favorites, "The First Thanksgiving relatives Feud" and his tackle the James Bond fable in "Learner's allow to Kill." Mr. Mullen's e-book "It Takes A Village Idiot" used to be the runner-up for the 2001 Thurber Prize for American Humor and his spoof of child reminiscence books, "Baby's First Tattoo," is in its fifteenth printing.
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Jason Strider is a twentysomething younger guy within the urban, with an English measure from an Ivy League college, a really small condominium within the West Village, a vapid task as a receptionist at a casting agency—and no specific inspiration what to do together with his lifestyles. On so much evenings, Jason will get stoned and is going out, occasionally along with his party-hearty college pal Tina and occasionally by myself within the immemorial male quest to get laid or, if now not, get hammered adequate to actually remorse it the following day and be past due for paintings.
After being dumped through his longtime female friend, twenty-eight-year-old Justin Halpern stumbled on himself dwelling at domestic together with his seventy-three-year-old dad. Sam Halpern, who's "like Socrates, yet angrier, and with worse hair," hasn't ever minced phrases, and while Justin moved again domestic, he started to checklist all of the ridiculous issues his dad acknowledged to him:
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"The worst factor you will be is a liar. . . . ok, positive, sure, the worst factor you'll be is a Nazi, yet then quantity is liar. Nazi one, liar . "
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