After being dumped by his longtime girlfriend, twenty-eight-year-old Justin Halpern found himself living at home with his seventy-three-year-old dad. Sam Halpern, who is ‘like Socrates, but angrier, and with even worse hair,’ hasn’t minced words, so when Justin transferred back, he started to record all of the absurd things his father said to him:

‘That woman was sexy . . Out of the league? Son, let women figure out why they don’t screw you. Don’t get it done on their behalf.’

‘Do people your actual age know how to about Sh*t My Dad Says comb their hair? It appears like two squirrels crawled on their heads and began fucking.’

‘The worst thing you can be is a liar. . . . Okay, fine, yes, the worst thing you will be is a Nazi, but number two is liar. Nazi one, liar two.’

Almost two million people today follow Mr. Halpern’s philosophical musings on Twitter, and in this reserve, his son weaves a brilliantly funny, coming in contact with coming-of-age memoir around the very best of his rates. An all-American story that unfolds on the tiny Group field, in Denny’s, during excruciating family members road excursions, and, most frequently, in the Halperns’ kitchen over bowls of Grape-Nuts, Sh*t MY FATHER Says is definitely a chaotic, hilarious, true portrait of the father-son relationship from a significant new comic tone of voice.