Michael Ian Black called me out.
Michael accepted, and then called me out more. Lots of places picked up the story; MediaBistro, FilmDrunk, Gawker, Fark, GorillaMask, etc. Everyone has their take on it, talking about PR this and funny guy that...but I think most people are missing the real issue here:
I AM DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS. I want to fight Michael Ian Black.
THAT'S why I offered one of my royalty checks--I REALLY want to fight him, and I thought the chance of him taking 150k+ from me would be enough incentive to actually get him in the ring.
But make no mistake about it: This is not about PR for me. I don't want a lame "charity" fight. I don't want a bullshit celebrity fight. No headgear, no poofy 18 ounce gloves. I want to go to a bar, pound a case of beer, drag that wispy little hipster doofus into the alley, beat him like he's Dave Pelzner, talk a bunch of shit to him as he bleeds into the gutter (for the fans), and then go back in the bar and find some girl to fuck. You know, an average Tuesday.
It's not personal. Like I said, I respect him and I like his comedy, and I know this started as a PR stunt to promote his book. But I want to finish it on his skull.
Michael: Stop posting goofy pics. Stop hiding behind your wife and agent. Stop stalling. It's time to shit or get off the pot. You have my email. Let's set this up. You want PR? Well, then step up, take your whoopin, and get it.
And by the way, Michael, my book is still #1 on Amazon.
Bitch.
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