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Mr. Know-It-All: I’m OK, You’re an Ass

17 Jun

June 17, 2011

Mr. Know-It-All is rated D for “disgusting.”  And usually “drunk.”

Jeez, what is wrong with you people? Are you really so stupid that you need to write to some half-hobo a-hole on the internet or in the freakin’newspaper for help with your shitty lives? I mean, yeah, idiots like you keep me working, and that’s good because any day I make it in to work is a day I’m not getting fellated by a moose in the gutter.

So before all these pills I just dry-swallowed take me down let’s get to some letters.

Dear Dr. Tracy,
Age: 29 marital status: single, never married
Hello, was hoping to get some advice. I met a guy in college when I was 20. We talked a little bit here and there. I like him alot more than just a friend. I can’t seem to forget him. even though it has been almost 10 years. Since then I dropped out of college. I dont want to be with anyone else. I am convinced I am going to marry him one day and that he is the love of my life. He is now happily married to another girl now. I emailed him in February 2010. He said he didn’t think we should talk becuase he is married now and doesn’t live in this area anymore. What should I do about this situation? should I try to find someone else? I love him though.

Hello backatcha, turd.
Jeez, you give up too damn easy. Can’t you take a hint? He’s married and can’t sneak away, so you have to go to him. Yeah. Look, he can’t up and drive a couple of hours to see you without his wife getting wind of it so you need to do the heavy lifting. Drive out to him, get a hotel room, send him a key. Then find out where he works, show up there. If he says something like he can’t see you because he’s busy, wait in the parking lot by his car. Crouch down so he doesn’t see you until he’s right there. Don’t worry if he calls security, that’s just his cover so none of his coworkers catch on. Call him at home. If his wife picks up, hang up. Keep calling and hanging up until he answers the phone. He sounds like he needs a little confidence boost. Send him clumps of your hair. That’ll prove to him how much he means to you. Tell him you can’t live without him, then that you won’t live without him. Show up at his door, pretend to be from FedEx, give his wife a box of dead roses. She’ll see how serious you are too. Trust your friend Mr. Know-It All, this’ll work out just fine.

Call me when you get out of jail.


Dear Mrs. Web,
My father and mother just asked me to take care of their dog, again. Toodles is a nasty, yappy, nippy small dog who I cannot stand. They even call this dog my “baby sister”. How can I get out of caring for Toodles?

Easy. Kill the dog. Toss it under a truck, call it an accident, problem solved. Fuck, even wasted as I am and shitting my pants as I type I figured that one out, what’s your excuse?


Dear Mrs. Web,
I want to send flowers to a woman that I have recently met. What special day should I choose to do so, Easter or Mother’s Day? I am not sending for each occasion.

You’re a real Prince charming, you cheap jackoff. Is she your mother? Read my crusted lips- you send your M-O-T-H-whatever-R flowers on Mother’s Day. Unless you are some kind of freaky adult baby fetish asshole who wants this woman to diaper you don’t send them on Mother’s Day. You MUST send them on Easter, ‘cause Easter is the most romantic day of the year.

And by the way, trust Mr. Know-It-All when it comes to diapers: Fetish now, necessity later. I’ve been crapping into diapers since I lost half of my colon in Viet Nam. (That was 1998.)


DEAR ABBY: I’m running out of energy to compassionately relate with all the addicts and mentally ill people in my family. My mother is an alcoholic. My aunt is bipolar and schizophrenic. She is addicted to and abusing prescription painkillers and anti-anxiety medicines. My husband is an alcoholic in denial who lies about his alcohol consumption, and my stepmother is mentally abusive and, I strongly suspect, also bipolar. These people are all retired, while I work a physically and mentally demanding full time job. I’m usually the one who is blamed when things don’t go right. Mother asked me to remove all alcohol from her home so
she could stop drinking. When I didn’t find it all, it was my fault she drank. I escorted my aunt on a cruise during which she abused drugs to the point she could barely walk, and I had to find her wheelchairs at every stop. Now I hear she is blaming me for her illness. When my husband drinks, he runs up our credit card to the tune of $20,000. My job with medical benefits allowed him to retire from his job. My stepmother no longer communicates with my brother and me and seems to be alienating my father from his family. I’m exhausted! I don’t think I can take much more. I know you’ll tell me to see a counselor, but I’m the one who has the full-time job and little vacation/sick time I can use. Short of “divorcing” all of them and starting a new life in an undisclosed location, what advice can you offer? — NEARLY SUCKED DRY

Alice? Is that you? How many times do I have to tell you that I DRINK BECAUSE OF YOU????? And keep my mother out of this! If I told you all the times I woke up with the crabs I got from your mother you’d be doing peyote too. God dammit, always the same old thing. You knew I was addicted to addiction when we got married, so shut up and …and ….. oh, oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Alice, please… please don’t leave me…. I need you. The liquor store won’t cash my checks anymore.


DEAR ABBY: What is the protocol when someone is asking to see his mother’s will while she is still in good health? — PONDERING IN PENNSYLVANIA

Heh heh heh, Mr. Know-It-All knows your game. He’s played it before. The protocol is to meet me at Broadway and Seventh at 3pm with an envelope full of unmarked bills. I’ll take care of it for you.


DEAR ABBY: In our golfing circle there’s a single, 47-year-old professional woman with two children. We thought we knew her. Come to find out, she has been involved for the last five years with a married man who has a child. We’re uncomfortable having her around us now. None of us is perfect, but a woman who would take another’s man and wreck a home is one thing most women can’t stand. What, if anything, should we do? — TEE’D OFF IN ALABAMA

DEAR TEE’D OFF: Before deciding what to do, talk privately with the woman, tell her what you have learned and hear what she has to say about it. After that, you’ll know what (or what not) to do.

Wrong again, Dear Scabby! You know what they should do? NOTHING. It is none of their fucking business. Shut up and golf, Tiger Woods.

So, Alabama, huh? 47, professional, sleeps around. Bet she’s got a nice rack too. I need pictures, an address, and some ED pills. Get on it, would you toots? And hurry up while my syphilis is in remission.

Anyway, I’m done. Your pal Mr. Know-It-All just saw the cops pull up.

Mr. Know-It-All: Parental Discretion Disregarded

13 Apr

April 13, 2011

RATED M for mature. (And S for stupid.)
This blog contains mature themes and immature subject matter.
Reader discretion is advised.
Adjust your disgust accordingly.

Hey gang, your old pal Mr. Know-It-All is back and man, what a dump this place is. I stumbled back to the office and my key wouldn’t even fit in the lock anymore. At least I think it was my key, who the hell knows? You find so many things in your underwear when you wake up under an old Chevy that you never really know what belongs to you and what belongs to the homeless crackhead you bought the underwear from.

Anyway, I’m back to put some meaning in your stupid lives. Let’s get this ghetto caravan rolling with some letters from Dear Abby, or as I like to call her, That Old Bitch.

DEAR ABBY: I have been dating a wonderful woman I’ll call “Shannon” for a year and a half. She has most things that I want in a partner, and I often feel she’s better than I deserve. We’re in our early 30s, and Shannon is saying she will soon need some kind of idea where we are going in the future.

I’m having trouble with the notion of committing to her forever because I’m still attracted to other women. (I haven’t been involved with anyone else since starting to date her.) More worrisome, I’m afraid I’ll meet someone I’m more attracted to a few years down the road.

How can I be sure that Shannon will make me happier than anyone else I might meet in the future? — CONFLICTED IN WASHINGTON STATE

Jesus H. Christ! Hey, colostomy bag, what kind of freak are you? You are “afraid” you’ll meet someone you’re more attracted to down the road? Goddamn right you will! This two-bagger you are worried about will be old and dumpy one day- maybe she already is, I don’t know what kind of loser you are. But you know what? Eighteen year-olds are forever. And guess what else? There are always more eighteen year-olds when they get old and skanky. Man isn’t meant to be married to one woman forever. Just ask Mr. Know-It-All, that’s what alimony is for. Lift up your balls, toss that jizzpot Shannon out the door and start banging some cheerleaders. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs, and the agility to bend around the corner. That is what you want in a partner.


DEAR ABBY: When one person owes another person an apology, does it count as a legitimate apology if the word “but” is tacked on at the end? I think adding “but” takes away from the admission of fault and places the blame back on the person owed the apology. Am I right? — WAITING FOR AN APOLOGY

I am sorry. I really want to answer your question but you are a dick. See? You are right.

But you’re still a dick.


Hi teens. I took this letter from Seventeen magazine but it seems like it was written by a seven year old with severe brain damage.

If you go to a guys house to do it (at like night) should u/would u/can u stay the night?

Oh fuck no. Get the hell out of there as fast as you can. Who wants you around? Look, Mr. Know-It-All has enough problems without you stealing his Thai sticks while he’s asleep. The last time I let someone sleep over I woke up missing a kidney. Go home. Or better yet, go to a clinic. After sex with me you’ll need some penicillin.


Next up is Miss Manners. Mr. Know-It-All figures that she must be over a thousand years old, why isn’t she married? Oh yeah, because she is totally annoying.

Dear Miss Manners,

Is chivalry dead? My husband of nearly three years seems to have missed some of the classes.

When a couple is at a restaurant, isn’t it proper to allow the woman to give her dinner order first? Likewise, when a couple is entering or exiting a restaurant, shouldn’t the man follow the woman or walk side-by-side?

If I’m right, how do I approach him to consider improving his manners without forgetting mine?

Chivalry? What the fuck are you talking about? Not only is it dead, but it was resurrected in some voodoo ritual only to be killed again. Who cares who walks where behind who? OK, Mr. Know-It-All likes to walk behind women to look at their asses- and any guy who says otherwise is a liar- but chivalry? God damn it, isn’t it enough that your husband took you out in the first place? You ungrateful whore. Get back in the kitchen and bake him a pie. Let you order first? A real man wouldn’t let you talk at all. Who needs you opening your mouth unless it is ready to do some good to my droopy trooper? And what kind of marriage do you have where you are afraid to approach him about this? I hope he smacks the crap out of you.

(Editor’s Note- The Editor’s and Staff of Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride in no way condone violence, no matter what you think.)


That’s it for this week. Mr. Know-It-All has to meet a guy behind a dumpster before the cops read this.

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