There are people in our society who have no boundaries. They are the undignified. The unrefined. The unkempt. The last remaining descendants of an age that had no rules. These people need more than just a friendly, gentle nudge of guidance in the right direction.
They need this book.
Like the Jaws of Life freeing a texting driver from the crumpled mess of automotive steel, this book is the lifeline that will extract them from the gluteal bars that imprison their minds.
If you dare, allow yourself to be guided on this self-deprecating, no-holds-barred journey through the disgusting underbelly of rideshare driving.
- What do you do with the dried-up booger on the end of your finger?
- How should you handle a stomach cramp that demands your immediate attention?
- Does your rideshare driver notice the sweet aroma of your body odor if you don’t lift your arms?
These essential life questions, and sixty-eight more, are all answered within this one gloriously descriptive beacon of light.
Not a dreg of society? Not to worry.
This book isn’t just for the dregs. It’s for the friends and family of dregs. It’s for the borderline dregs. It’s for the once-dregs. It’s for everyone.
Because it truly does take a village idiot to write a book that can answer ridesharing’s most important questions.
- When is it appropriate to undress yourself in the back seat of a rideshare?
- Will your driver bring back the three ounces of Acapulco Gold you accidentally left in his car?
- Is Whataburger really that good?
Each perfectly-worded, colossally-horrendous chapter includes a two-question quiz that even a five-year-old who watches PBS could pass with flying colors.
So brush off your cobweb-filled lawn chair, grab a six-pack, and snuggle up to the backyard fire pit. Then drink three beers and start reading. (I was three beers in each time I sat down to write, so you might as well meet me there.)
About the Author
Mark Joseph, has never been a New York Times, USA Today, or Amazon bestselling author. He hasn’t sold millions of copies worldwide, and his books haven’t been translated into a dozen languages. In fact, his wife regularly questions his competency of the English language.
A native of Ann Arbor, Michigan, Mark almost earned his undergraduate degree from Michigan State University in East Lansing. Unfortunately, after five years, they asked him not to come back. Had he earned the degree, he planned on following that up by going to astronaut school. From there, he hoped to be the shortest man to ever set foot on the moon. Because Michigan State dashed Mark’s dream of living on the moon, he thinks it’s abundantly clear that his former university has a thing against short people.
Mark wrote his first book, The Andrew Offerman Chronicles: Vol. I, Prank It Like a Man, for his youngest son, Alex. Then he turned around and dedicated that book to his oldest son, Anthony. If Alex hadn’t eaten Mark’s last slice of Father’s Day cake that wouldn’t have happened. But he did, so he had to wait for the second book, Breaking Cupid’s Arrow, to get his dedication.
Mark lives in Cedar Park, Texas with his wife, Nella, his two teenage sons (freeloaders), and two cocker spaniels who do nothing but bark and lick their butts.
He is currently working on a way to convince Elon Musk to send him to the moon. (For free.)
If you laughed even once, you might want to laugh again … here is an exhaustive compilation of all of Mark’s books!
If you dare, read Mark’s blog on his website — www.thisdogstinks.com