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Happy Anniversary to Me!

6 Aug

August 6, 2012

I was actually starting to wonder if I should hang it up and quit my gig here. But then Mr. B reminded me of something wonderful – this is my 6th post anniversary here at Mr. BTR!  WHOA. Think about it – 6 posts, that’s 42 in dog posts! And according to Mr. B, the dog could do a better job than me. But since the dog can’t pay him as much as I can (yet) he’s not getting my spot. And he never will, or I’ll have him neutered. I’ve discovered I enjoy writing for the legions of Mr. BTR readers, and especially for the 3 of you who regularly dive into the gutter to read this crap for some reason.

Anyway, congratulatory messages have been pouring into the HQ this week, I’d like to share a few with you. It seems that people are just drawn to my down-to-earthiness (and that’s how you do the humblebrag!)

Thanks Vlad!!!!!!!!!! God, he’s one of my favorite people. Look at these pics – he leads the BEST life:

 

Well, the queen is kinda busy lately. Heck, she doesn’t even have time to pay attention to her own national Olympic team! Anyway, here’s a pic I took last time we were hanging out (she had just read a first draft of my upcoming novel, “Johnny Bananas”)
 

 

Oh Robert, you are such a jokesta!  (Not jokester, calling you that would be hateful) I’ll phone you to discuss this. TONIGHT.  One reason I like you so much is that after all these years, you’re still one handsome devil:

Yes, a little scruffy perhaps (you need to use that razor I left in for you in your medicine cabinet) but overall really not bad. Certainly you’ve aged better than some of your contemporaries:

Mr Blog Says: The word you are looking for is “matronly.”

WTF! Pacino has really let himself go. Scarface! Now he’s kind of an old leather-skinned matron. And this is one of his better pics recently.  And while I’m at it…..dude, Righetous Kill http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1034331/  sucked. We wait our whole lives for a movie where the two of you team up (5 minutes in Heat notwithstanding) and two of the greatest actors of our generation give us this pile of turd? I’ll be over later and we can discuss it. I have 2 binders full of notes for your review.That said, the two of you are doing MUCH better than this guy, he’s aged terribly! One of the best looking guys, and he’s reduced to this. It gives me hope, and more importantly, a great excuse to print two of my favorite pictures of all time:

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA……………………oh Jack. Good lord man.

  

I ran this through Google Translate and the text is as follows:

“I am very happy and give thanks to our Great Leader for giving you the talent to write your articles  I believe Kim Jong Il gave you the record and all your achievements It is all because of him”

He enclosed this pic of himself on a horse:

Does anything strike you about this picture (aside from the fact that they can’t even get Supreme Leader a better looking horse?) Look at the horse’s face. It’s the same expression as the horse from Animal House!

I mean yeah, that was right before Flounder killed him, but still. I imagine the horse on top would prefer to kill himself rather than trot Fat Leader around.

 

 

Oooof.  Maybe I should reconsider hanging it up…..

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Spotlight: A Response To Allan Keyes

4 Aug

August 4, 2012

“No Mr. Keyes, You Are Not Funny”

Dear Sirs-

It has come to my attention that you have been getting quite the mileage out of an unfortunate photo that was taken of me and posted on the internet without my knowledge or consent.

You see Mr. Keyes, I am indeed the gentleman that you and your cohort “Mr. Blog” (such a pathetic nom de plume) have repeatedly and cruelly labeled as “fat guy eating cheeseburger.”  For the record – not that you and your publisher care – my real name is Norman Snackmunch, and I do not appreciate having that out of-context photo being constantly used to deride and degrade me.

Sir, in my day I have played to great praise in many of Shakespeare’s plays.  Enclosed is a photo of me in my acclaimed role of Falstaff, a role that I played on the stage of the Old Vic itself!  Would that you print that instead of the humiliating picture snapped of me in my weakest moment!  I have several doctorates, am an ordained minister, and have been the recipient of the Elks Lodge Humanitarian of the Year award multiple times. But to you and your few uninformed readers, I am merely an overweight gentleman stuffing myself that is appropriate to be made sport of. How dare you!

I wish to educate you Mr. Keyes, as to just how that picture came to be.  I was naturally disheveled at the time, as I had just spent the previous three and a half days in a creative frenzy finishing my 15th sonata (seven of my previous 14 had been performed on stage, accompanied by no less a personage than Pavarotti himself!) As is my custom, when I create, I am so single-minded that I forego eating and sleeping.  So naturally, when I finished the final glissando, I realized how ravenously hungry I was. My problem was compounded because my wife Beatrix, deeply involved in a project of her own (she edits the New England Journal of Medicine) had neglected the shopping.

I ventured from my townhouse to find sustenance, but at that hour of the night, the only establishment open was the local Fuddruckers. And unfortunately, a hamburger eating contest was about to start. I was walking to the counter, fully intending to make my order and leave, when the emcee of the event noticed my advanced poundage, and cruelly goaded me into participating.

Mr. Keyes, it was not my intent to compete. But the emcee called me out in some of the vilest manners! One particular barb that rankled was his assessment of me as being “all hat, no cattle” when I repeatedly refused to join in– well dammit, I have my pride sir!  I entered, resolved to teach that blaggard a lesson, when at that fateful and unfortunate moment, some person unknown to me snapped that now infamous photo of me and posted it on Google.  Needless to say, the fact that I triumphed in the contest has turned into quite the pyric victory for me, even despite the stylish championship belt that was my prize.

The aftermath has been both personally and professionally awful for me. When Beatrix travels to conferences, jokers plaster her room with pictures of me. In one of them someone photoshopped  a porkpie hat onto my head! As if I would ever wear such a silly article of clothing! Had I ever donned one, even in jest, my haberdasher Mr. Detwiler would discontinue accepting my trade. Mr. Keyes sir, you may meddle with me if you so choose, but mark my words sir, you dare not interfere with my continued access to Mr. Detweiler’s homburgs!

Everywhere I go, the public taunts me, thanks to you. Even on campus, on my way to lecture my advanced calculus students, people yell things at me such as “Hey fat guy, way to go!” and “Hey fat guy, how did that burger taste?”  And most often of all “Hey, fat guy! That Allen Keyes sure is funny!”

No Mr. Keyes, you are not funny.  You are most definitely unfunny (Beatrix concurs, though for some unfathomable reason she did enjoy something called “Hollywood Russell” that she saw on this web site).  It is my fervent hope that now I have enlightened you as to your error, that you and your supervisor “Mr. Blog” refrain from using that photograph in the future.

Thank you for your time.

Signed,

 Norman Snackmunch, Ph.D. 

PS- I find the grammar and spelling content of your weblog – your entries in particular – to be appalling. The only thing worse than your grammar is the quality of your Photoshop work.

 

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By way of apology, Mr. BTR presents:  Fat Guy Eating Hamburger Wearing Homburger:

 

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