Humor Book Takes World by Storm!! Welcome to The Shark Book

Welcome to the official blog for “The Man Who Scared a Shark to Death and Other True Tales of Drunken Debauchery” (to be known henceforth as “The Shark Book” and ourselves as 'The Shark Guys' in the interest of preserving keystrokes and somehow helping the environment). Along with providing all the latest information on various goings-on related to The Shark Book, this blog will also be where we will post updates about the authors – articles, appearances, arrest warrants, and of course news on the next book. Stories that did not make the final version of the book for various reasons – considerations of good taste (I believe only one failed to rise over that decidedly low bar), length concerns, or because we had one-too-many stories involving a circus animal getting its own back from a drunken trainer etc – will occasionally be posted here.

We will also be continuing in our Shark-like tradition of pointing to and commenting heavily on various news stories of folks compromised by the drink, or, well, any other weird item that one of us finds similarly appealing.

When we originally set about writing The Shark Book our intention was to compile stories that one could thumb through after a night of being downright beastly on booze and from which one could draw a measure of comfort and some welcome perspective while the guilt and recriminations set in. (It must be said though that some readers might find that the book hits a little too close to home. In these cases, finding next-day comfort through reading materials would likely be less of a concern than, say, coming up with bail money).

We hope that the book can still fill that need, however both of us at some point came to the same conclusion about what makes for a good laugh, and it, more than anything, will influence what we post here. Mel Brooks put it about as well as anybody has when he said “Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall in a sewer and die”.*

We welcome your comments, your own tales of drunken derring-do and your personal banking information. Wait, no! That must have been the daiquiris talking.

First round's on us! Sante!

(Note: While we kept away from the usually downright unfunny tales of people drinking themselves to death – mostly [a tale of a couple of Irish drinking buddies in a “Weekend at Bernie’s”-type scenario, where one expires in the backseat of a car after an incredible multiple-gallon session of boozing only to be chauffeured around the next day by his unknowing pal comes to mind] – we did have a chapter in the book called “Last call and last rites: funereal debauchery”).