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If this desperate plea–which I came across while trolling Dr. Phil’s Facebook page recently, doesn’t tug at your heart strings–well then you obviously don’t have any.
I knew I had to do something to help Eva. But what?
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I got the distinct feeling that Dr. Phil was ignoring me. So, in what can only be described as a feeling of sheer, unadulterated hopelessness**, I tried reaching out to Dr. Oz.
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Just Making Convo 
I always wonder why you block out the last names of commenters. I mean it is a public site.
BTW, check out my latest…I gave you a shout out.
I’m scared of retaliation from crazy Jonas Brothers/Justin Beiber/Twilight/Dr. Phil fans.
ps. Best. Cartoon. Evah!!!
I hear that. They’ll get all pissed off and WTF!? and head your way before taking a closer look and going, “Well, that looks like me but without a legible last name, I can’t be sure.” At which point, they’ll return home and inadvertently crank out more comedy material.
HA! It’s like you can read my mind.
Swear to Dr. OZ, I pictured that EXACT same scenario after replying to Bearman’s comment…
This reminds me of Oscar Wilde, something about having a battle of wits with the unarmed. I am not brave enough to face the legions of the mediocre like that.
I don’t blame you. Thankfully I happen to be part mediocre (my great uncle was a Carney), so it makes things easier.
WTF, Dr Oz didn’t respond to your cancer-from-the dentist allegation? Either he’s a computer program or a complete pussy.
He’s a computer program or a complete pussy or he’s busy doing an aortic valve transplant quadruple bypass thingy.
Either way he’s totally lame.
Eva is right, Dr. Phil’s show has gotten so bad it’s imberessing. I bet it’s cause he’s focusing on his party planning business. Maybe he’ll do an episode on it! I’ve always wanted to learn how to make animal balloons.
Ha! Me too! Maybe after he’ll sit the balloon animals down and tell them to “Get real!”, then when they don’t he’ll move them all into the Dr. Phil house and make them look like idiots on National television!
I don’t know about you, but I could totally see myself watching that.
You are so good at this art, the tweaking of the clueless.
Thanks, Mikey.
I think it helps that I was born clueless. (It comes from my dad’s side of the family.)
Your blog is hilarious!
Thanks Kristen.
If only my mom/sister/>93% of my family members felt the same way.
OMG … tell me you didn’t bash Dr. phil and Dr. Oz… these two men spend day in and day out working round the clock to make sure your have all the help you could ever need and you have the audacity to…. Never mind… Dr. Phile and Dr. OG (oh god) are lying in bed counting their Oprah Dollahs thats why they are not commenting on your comments… I would join them in their Dollah counting but Oprah scamed me…she said if I have a threesom with her and Gail She would feature me on her show… she totally fucked me! (please send money… no one will hire me now that I have been tarnished by Oprah).
I know, right? That’s why I went undercover, I was scared of being “James Frey’ed” by the mighty Opes.
I could just imagine her calling me out for “Not really posting pics of my sisters’ head on various gnome bodies.”
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha (a bit of pee) hahahhahahahahaha!
You do that too? It’s like we’re twins!
I hate all of those Oprah cultist!
Be careful what you say, it’s only a matter of time before they organize the next Rapture.
For real this time.
Do I have to join Facebook to see Evelyn’s “fruits of love”?
I’ve never seen either of those shows, except maybe in a doctor’s-office waiting room (As boring as soap operas are, daytime talk shows are much worse–whatever happened to the daytime game shows?) But I don’t have to have, to enjoy this post, you really do have a gift that transcends logic–and and I love it!
Judging by the photo of Evelyn…are you sure you WANT to see her ‘fruits of love’? I’m willing to pass that one up…just saying…
Thanks, Scott! But you might not feel that way when you see my “General Hospital Facebook page” post. Those Sonny Corinthos fans make talk show aficionados seem ambivalent.
I hope they change the name of high-fructose corn syrup. Because then the documentary Michael Moore makes about it will be called “Children of the Corn Sugar.” YOU’RE WELCOME, MICHAEL MOORE.
haha… too funny Ms Cats. and what’s this Farmville you and B are rattling on about?
Trust me, NM. You don’t want to know.
I trust you implicitly. Are you going to come meet daisyfae and me in New York in July? Ms. Cats is coming
Are you really going?
I’m not kidding, if I can find a way to win/steal a couple grand before the end of the month, count me in!
HA!
ps. That movie is the reason I don’t eat corn. And am petrified of the Amish.
Goddamit I love you with the force of one thousand suns for this.
+followed
The force of one thousand suns loves you for loving me for this.
(…?)
+followed (x1000 suns)
Your blog is a real tonic for the soul.
I believe the following statement:
Have a laugh, twice-daily, and you’ll look and feel 20 years younger in no time.
Thanks for providing me with a much-needed laugh today.
Thanks for stopping by, Tracy! That’s a great mantra.:)
I’m glad Dr Oz dropped a hint about the right answer to the donut burger question. Because we don’t have those things in Australia yet but I’ll be ready for their butter fried arrival now
If we end up meeting in New York, I’m making you try one.
Happy birthday Sherri M!
Come to the PAR-TAY!
OMG. hilarious.
I especially lurved the part about the rotting children.
It’s funny how everyone would pick being alone out of those options, yet how many people stay in abusive relationships just cus they are scared of being alone.
sigh.
Sigh, indeed.
After getting over the fact that it’s the stupidest question ever, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the 1,500+ commenters who said they’d rather be alone (I counted because I am currently without a real life) actually meant it.
So I basically just laughed through his whole post. You are amazing. I aspire to be as twisted and hilarious as you are some day. I guess my parents didn’t make enough underhanded and derogatory comments about how fat I was when I was little. GD good parents! How am I supposed to be funny if I’m not fucked up?? DAMMIT.
Ha! Trust me CB, you don’t need the fat kid schtick to be funny. Your funny comes naturally.
And besides, you have dark armpits, remember?
(I still laugh at that…because I’m creepy that way.)
Post pics of your sister’s head on gnomes!
It used to be trolls, but I’m proud to say that I’ve matured over the years.
I’m with Sha ——: When the fuck am I going to finally get cyberbullied. I hear so damn much about it and it seems like it’s always happening to other people. And then someone calls a parent-teacher conference and they all show Powerpoints or read suicide notes or argue about The Facebook (without naming names) and say things in tribute to whoever it was that had their lunch money virtually lifted by an online thug.
And when it’s all said and done, people will set their jaws firmly and head home to do SOMETHING ABOUT THIS, which usually takes the form of a 10-minute rap session with their disinterested kids and maybe a viewing of Dateline NBC and a couple of weeks later, everyone is back to bullying the hell out of each other until someone shows up at home completely smashed and blames it on cyberbullying.
Cue vicious circle.
Enter Dr. Phil (not a real DR. mind you, but has many OPINIONS on THINGS):
“You know, the world is changing. Several years ago, most of us couldn’t even imagine a phone small enough to fit in our hands, much less a talking computer dictionary that connects us all together using only wires and numbers.
Things aren’t how they used to be and while we all wish we could go back to a simpler time when things weren’t so complicated and sexual harassment laws were more lenient, it’s simply ignorant to bury our head in the sand and other homespun metaphors and colloquialism.
Have you seriously sat down and talked to your kids? Talked “to,” not “at.” [wait for laughter to subside] You’ll never know what’s going on in their lives until you can get on a first name basis with them and actually listen. Most of what kids say is the stuff they don’t say. [wait for confusion to die down] Let’s face it: you didn’t tell your parents all the things you did, like kiss that boy behind the gym or take the family car for a joyride downtown for some chocolate malts and crack cocaine. Haw haw haw. They’d have been mortified if they hadn’t have split up and agreed on joint custody several years ago, meaning you’d have to tell your parents twice, including repeating the story for the social worker whose attendance was required every third weekend.
So, what are they saying when they’re not saying “You’re not my real dad.” That’s where you, as a parent or court-appointed guardian have to pick up on what I call non-verbal clues™ and know that when they’re not saying “I was cyberbullied,” they’re actually saying “I wandered into a bad part of the internet [Second Life] and some garishly dressed furries took all my lunch money while savaging me with their tails [?], which they all seemed to have at least one or two extra of.”
Once you’ve gotten to the heart of the discussion by listening or snooping or bugging the vehicle, you can help them help themselves to break free of the internet bullies and begin living life the way it was meant to be lived.™
And all it takes from you is a willingness to listen and countless hours of what you used to call “free” time. If you can’t make that sacrifice for your own flesh and blood (or the flesh and blood of others that you’ve married into), then you’re not fit to view my entrancing mustache in all its glory.”
Get ready my friend, because this fucking hilarious comment (so fucking hilarious that I can’t stop fucking swearing) just won you the opportunity to be cyberbullied like you’ve never been cyberbullied before!!
[wait for trembling to subside]
As my favorite life-coach and internet mentor would say, “Haw haw haw.”
ps. Does the ™ sign mean I can’t take that quote and raise it as my own?
I think Sherri and Sherry should hook up.
This is the very reason why God wants us Raptured !!!
Lol this just gave me lots of ideas.
Perfect! Hopefully your ideas will give me more ideas.:)
You are so freakin; creative Bea! “My therapist says I should stay off facebook but who will look after my Farmville crop?” Man, that’s some funny sh!t. You kill me.
Ha! All I have to say is “Ditto”.
THAT WAS GREAT.
I love the Facebook…message chain!
You rule the Facebook…message chain!
I want to be on you.
I thought you were?
Be careful. Now that Oprah is finished with her show she has extra free-time to go after the people who diss Phil and Oz.
She’ll be too busy with
StedmanGayle.I hope there will be a video.
Oprah is awesome! It’s a shame that people like Dr. Phil and Dr. Oz have to tarnish Her image by riding on Her coattails.
Do you watch Springer or Judge Judy by any chance?
Springer is still on?
No, Judge Judy annoys me. She’s exactly like Nancy Grace, only I watch Nancy Grace anyway. (?)
Don’t worry, if you decide to stay away from Facebook for a while, I’ll be happy to look after your Farmville. (It’s not just because I need the acorns(?) either.)
I haven’t watched TV lately but I thought Dr. Phil was Oprah’s dildo handler?
I think they’re pinecones?
I always assumed Gayle handled the dildos…
You kill me with your Facebook adventures. Also, feel free to Cyberbully me too.
It’s on!
Damn, I laughed so hard!
Ha ha, will the craziness never cease.
I hope not :D