OUCH! by MR.E.

OUCH! by MR.E.

Monday, January 31, 2011

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Though he's been called the "greatest comic mind ever" whose writing "not only captures the imagination, but tortures it as well"; others have called him a "serial playground flasher."  He has been described by many to be friendly and generous, and not a bit deserving of all those restraining orders.


Like most people his age, he's forty; and after years of wild hedonism, he surprisingly has never been convicted of anything.  Regarding those ritually murdered streetwalkers, his name has been cleared.


Considered to be an intellectual, MR.E. is well known to have an unquenchable thirst not only for knowledge- but also for rum; however he does not drink any more- or any less.  Regarding his use of illegal drugs, it should be noted that he does them only for charity.


Now is the Winter of his discontent... which is why he wears a lot of sweaters.  A local celebrity of sorts; MR.E is often stopped on the street and asked, "Hey, aren't you the guy who went berserk and took hostages at that cheerleader camp?"


Concerning the mishap that caused the closure of his formerly owned nightclub, he can hardly be blamed that many of his patrons were wearing flammable clothing.  Giving back to the community, he rewinds videos for the poor; and also trains seeing-eye dogs to play along with tv game shows.


Able to retire wealthy, his motto is: “life's too short not to take the time to stop and smell the cocaine."  As he paraphrases W.C. Fields: "two eighteen year old tootsies are way better than one thirty-six year old trophy wife with a brat in boarding school."


A self-described "health nut," his daily fitness regimen begins every morning with a bowel movement promptly at 6 am; then, after he wakes at 7 am, he jogs down Martin Luther King Blvd. dressed as the Interlocutor from a Minstrel Show.  MR.E loves all races; and he points to his frequenting an all-Asian massage parlor as proof.


Currently a practicing Buddhist, he hopes someday to get it perfect; until then, he will violently oppose the use of force.  An insecure agnostic, he has no faith in himself.


But God did come to him in a vision!  Astoundingly as it was that the Lord would choose him to spread His word of love, it was even more so that He'd use such filthy language when He spoke.  MR.E is believed to be the only person the Pope has ever punched in the face.


Considered by many to be an enigma- he is, in fact, white.  His father is from buffalo, and his mother from human beings.  As a baby, he was breast-fed until he could ask for it by name.  Having been left an orphan at age 13, he plans in a few more years to fuck her when she's older.


Some people have show business in their blood, MR.E has it in his jism; before embarking on a writing career, he found success in several popular porno films- many of them hetro!  Some of his more memorable movies include "Lawrence of the Labia," "Seven Brides for Seven Inches," and "Three Men and a Baby."


He also studied prestidigitation under a world-renown magician and was taught the secret to sawing a woman in half; more importantly, he was also taught how to dispose of the body.  His ex-girlfriends are best described by what they were last seen wearing.  Sorry ladies, MR.E is no longer single and is currently dating a stay-at-home non-mom.


As someone who "always sees the glass as half full," he became an alcoholic; but he's not the kind of person who needs recreational drugs to get through the day, he needs them to inspire sexual fantasy at night.  Despite the problems they've had over the years, he still holds a deep love for jailbait porn and smoking crack.


COPYRIGHT 2007-2014 OH BOY! 3LAWNVIEWAGOGO / ALL RIGHTS RESERVED MR.E.
ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Restaurant Review: P.J. O'MERTA'S

P.J. O'MERTA'S

This past Sunday I took the opportunity to sup in what was a delightful "family-style" Italian restaurant- "O'Merta's."

Located at the Interstate Motel and Shower (Exit 8), there were ample portions on the plate and ample parking in the lot for multi-axled vehicles.

As I entered the eatery, the aroma of garlic mixed with cordite suddenly struck me- as did a b-b filled sap from behind; I found my mouth watering and my watch and wallet missing.

The host, furry costumed as the chain's kid-friendly advertising mascot, "Jimmy the Weasel" (known for quipping the catch-phrase in commercials: "You'll squeal for our meals!"), led me to a table in the main dining room decorated, as is their custom, in Early Bayonne.

After a heaping serving of Fuhgetti Boudit with a valachi gravanno, followed by Cherries Jubilee served flaming in the waiter's hand as he solemnly recited the coffee list and vowed only death would keep him from returning with Sweet n Low and a non-dairy creamer; I sent my compliments to the mattresses, and headed into the lounge for a snort- then into the bar for a drink.

Within walls lined with caricatures of the usual famed Italian celebrities: Sinatra, Gotti, Russell- respectfully referred to by their first names- "Frank," "John," and "Nipsey"- by the old-timers at the back table drinking from short glasses red wine they made with their own feet, I struck up a conversation at the rail with an unemployed physician's assistant (she may've said "magician's assistant"- it was noisy, and she was wearing a leotard, tails, and top hat ensemble) and stayed for a quick one (though I'm told eight) for the road.

I mentioned to my new friend that I wrote for the Drawn & Quarterly (published four times a year- March, April, May, and June) and was in search of a new topic, or, at the very least, a rich sugar-mama to support me.

As the evening neared its end, while trying to convince the becoming beauty (she didn't look this good a few drinks earlier) that any Polaroids I might snap of her back at my place would be tasteful and artistic, it was suggested to me by the bartender, Sam "the Bartender" Bucca, that an interesting subject for a magazine article might be "people's dreams," and also to "please keep the ruckus down!"

Bravo to Sam for his inspirational idea, and boo to the "assistant" for quickly leaving in a huff- which turned out to be a surprisingly fast German sports car.

To be clear, Sam wasn't referring to the dreams we have when we're young- like winning the Kentucky Derby or becoming Homecoming Queen (eight weeks at gender reinforcement camp ended that one); he meant the kind that come with slumber- or as I called it that night "The God Please Don't Let Me Die Like William Holden Time" (there's no camp for that, but there are twelve-step programs).

Once back at my apartment, settling in with a hearty meal in my stomach- and trying to ignore the couple across the hall loudly arguing ("I'm on top!" "No, I'm on top!" Jeez, just do it already!); I got into bed, with a notepad close at hand, having hopes high that Morpheus would visit with visions spectacular.

Snug as a bug in a rug (note to self: phone landlord, re: exterminator), I quickly drifted off and found myself in a long, dark, tunnel-like room. There were others along with me- dark figures- and we were all heading toward the light- the beautiful, bright, white light! My late Auntie Fungal, who died of Oldmonia, was there urging me on; and I saw my cousin Vinnie (Pesci was hilarious!).

Suddenly, I awoke with a head feeling the size of something a primitive culture might dance around in awe- to the sound of my door's buzzer, and crawled out of bed to greet my postman in my pajamas; how he got in my pajamas... well, you know.


COPYRIGHT 2007-2014 OH BOY! 3LAWNVIEWAGOGO / ALL RIGHTS RESERVED MR.E.
ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, December 28, 2009

SHORT-LIVED FRESHMAN FADS

feasting on chocolate covered inedible objects


daytime stargazing


dressing like it’s 20 below


swallowing live bees


eyelid piercing


food fights; but instead of inside the cafeteria, they take place behind it- and instead of food, they use fists


humming


identifying snowflakes


indoor kite flying


not urinating


online slave trading


seeing how many fratboys can be stuffed into a fratgirl


sitting on eggs


sobriety


wearing shoes on the wrong feet


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ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, September 14, 2009

2009 TOP FIVE MOST POPULAR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES FOR ADULTS



FOR WOMEN:

01. Slutty Witch

02. Slutty French Maid

03. Slutty Raggedy Anne

04. Slutty Princess

05. Slutty Cheerleader


FOR MEN:

01. Drunken Vampire

02. Drunken Baseball Player

03. Drunken Businessman

04. Slutty Princess

05. Drunken Hobo


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ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, July 21, 2008

CHANGES MICHAEL JACKSON CAN MAKE TO IMPROVE HIS IMAGE

publicly calling out 50 Cent and moonwalking all over his black ass

moving to Las Vegas to begin the "Fat Michael" period of his career

Mike Jackson, oil rigger

no longer wearing the sequined marching band jacket with one glove; switching to full length fur coats and feathered pimp hats, and carrying a walking stick that sheathes a sword

sleepovers with young girls

successfully leading a ragtag band of misfits on a covert mission to capture Osama Bin Laden

dying


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ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, June 9, 2008

WHAT HILLARY SHOULD HAVE DONE TO WIN THE DEMOCRATIC NOMINATION

HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON




implants and a makeover


promise to legalize it for the 4:20 crowd


a three-pointer with zero seconds left on the clock to win the WNBA finals


playing saxophone on the Arsenio Hall Show


ripping on her husband's infidelities Springer-style on a Dr. Phil prime time special; then dumping Bill for Scarlett Johansson


leading a covert commando squad into Iraq


foxy boxing Condoleezza Rice


strapping into Howard Stern's "robospanker"


revealing the amazing powers she gained after being bit by a radioactive shrew


the mysterious disappearance of Barak Hussein Obama


choosing the appropriate campaign song- the ragtime theme from "The Sting"


Tony Hawk as a running mate


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ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.

Monday, March 17, 2008

NAMES HER PARENTS CONSIDERED BEFORE DECIDING ON "CONDOLEEZZA"

 CONDOLEEZZA RICE


"Co-opleezza"


"Gorgonzola"


"Oongowa"


"Chewbacca"


"Fabulous Moolah"


"Moon Unit"


"Chicken Anne"


"Pork Fried"


"Shelly"


"Condolisa"





COPYRIGHT 2007-2014 OH BOY! 3LAWNVIEWAGOGO / ALL RIGHTS RESERVED MR.E.
ED SPRINGSTEAD, JR.