Guest Post: Bullying

Hi, Uncle joem18b! Thanks for giving me a chance to blog!

Mom and Dad feel terrible about those awful guest blogs they did today. They asked me to tell you they’re sorry. When they get in a fight, they’ll just say or do anything to be hurtful to each other.

Speaking of being hurtful, there is a clique of the “best” girls at school which is giving me a very bad time. Sure, the girls are prettier than I am. Their hair is more stylish. They all have at least one boyfriend and I don’t have any, but that doesn’t give them the right to hurt my feelings every day, does it?

When I come home from school, I just want to do my homework, cook a little something in the kitchen, sew, and moon over the dreamboats in my movie magazines. Instead, I turn on my computer with dread to see what latest attacks on me I’ll find on Facebook.

What should I do?

Your loving nephew, Irving

Guest Post: Candy Posthul is a Skank!

[Alright, Frank. I’ll still go out drinking with you, but after this, you’re banished from this blogsite for good. joem18b]

Guest Post: Candy Posthul is not responsible for the debts of her husband Frank Posthul

[Jeez, Candy, couldn’t you give me a little more than that? joem18b]

Guest Post: Dear Son

You don’t call, you don’t write, this is how we communicate with each other? joem18b. We give you the name joem07b during the brit milah, but is that good enough for you? No, Mr. Big Shot has to move to Hollywood and become joem18b.

Your sister is dating a doctor. Well, she is his patient. Your sister is seeing a doctor. She says that she is good to him. No health insurance and still she hasn’t paid for a single visit.

You brother was fired from the police department. “Hate crimes in uniform,” they said. Mr. Fancy Pants couldn’t take it off first? Now he’s a security guard at the mall. Already he’s been warned and then admonished. He says they are “managing him out the door.” Your brother is filled with rage. It’s why he was such a good cop.

You are still dead to your dad.

I spoke to your uncle Saul, Mr. Hollywood Big Shot. He says he will “listen for one  f**king minute to the s**t you call writing.” Always Mr. Knows Everything.

Say hello to Ranana the cat for me.