It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia: The 7 Secrets of Awakening the Highly Effective Four-Hour Giant, Today

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia: The 7 Secrets of Awakening the Highly Effective Four-Hour Giant, Today

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 0062225111

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


“The Gang” from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia attempts their most ill-conceived, get-rich quick scheme yet: publishing a “self-help book” to hilarious, sometimes dangerous, and often revolting, results.

The Gang may have finally found their golden ticket. Left alone to close down Paddy’s Pub one night, Charlie Kelly inadvertently scored himself, and his friends, the opportunity of a lifetime—a book deal with a real publishing company, real advance money, and a real(ly confused) editor. While his actual ability to read and write remains unclear, Charlie sealed the deal with some off-the-cuff commentary on bird law and the nuances of killing rats (and maybe with the help of some glue fumes in the basement with an unstable editor on a bender). While The Gang is stunned by the news, and the legally binding, irrevocable contract left on the bar, they are also ready to rise to the task and become millionaires—and of course, help Charlie actually write the book.

In their own inimitable voices, Charlie, Mac, Dennis, Sweet Dee, and Frank weigh in on important topics like Relationships, Financial Success and Career, Fashion and Personal Grooming, Health and Diet, and Survival Skills, providing insane advice, tips, tricks, and recipes (Rum Ham anyone?) as only they can.

Fans of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia rejoice and welcome the most influential work in the history of the written word (or at least since the script for The Nightman Cometh): The 7 Secrets of Awakening the Highly Effective Four-Hour Giant, Today.

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amazing how many words there are in the English language that I don’t know. Or, I should say, didn’t know. Ever since we started writing the most awesome magnum opus in the universe, I’ve taken it upon myself to memorize at least one new word every week. (See how focused I am on my new career as an author? I’m doing this for you AND for me.) I also took it upon myself to learn how to italicize words that are especially important. It’s easy. Highlight the word, then press the “command” and “I”

was cut short by a horrific injury, the Boz’s film career also ended before its time due to a devastating lack of interest. What can I say? People are stupid. Because the truth of the matter is the Boz had serious acting chops, and Stone Cold is a goddamn masterpiece. As fine a meditation on crime and punishment as that famous book by that Russian dude. I forget what it’s called. What separated the Boz from his contemporaries was his core strength. I mean, go back and look at pictures and you’ll

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has literally not a single thing to be happy about. I think the only place she could reasonably be expected to be happy would be in heaven, and then only if God said it was Giant Bird Appreciation Day.* And look, there’s Frank, wearing a toga and playing a harp. At least I think that’s a harp. He’s definitely playing something under that toga. You know, honestly, it’s a wonder I’m even able to keep writing while feeling this way, but damn it, this book has to get done, whether I’m dead and have

on! * See, what’d I tell you? * Lionel Richie’s “Hello.” * The best song in the world is Lionel Richie’s “Dancing on the Ceiling,” you poor sap. * What I’m saying is, is that we’d bone. * Thanks a lot, Obama. * Again, Frank. * By the way, Dylan, my mom’s dead. Real classy move. * MAC: At this point, Charlie got a crazed look in his eyes and ran off. I found a half-eaten container of gull poop under his chair, but screw that, I’m not eating it. I tried it and it didn’t do shit. * Did a

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