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Saturday, January 15, 2011

HOW I COULD GET DOCTOR PHIL TO KICK ME OFF HIS STAGE AND TELL ME TO GO F*CK MYSELF


I figured since it’s a holiday weekend (and no one will be plugged into the net) I’d treat myself you to this.


Phil: We’re back, and we are with the Cohen’s. And like all new parents they are dealing with a problem that plagues our country – BITING KIDS. So how old  is little …

Jesse: Bailey. She’s a tween

Phil: Ooo a tween. That’s serious. Has she bitten anyone else? You know, like in school or at a friend's house?

Jesse: No, just us.

Phil: So when does the biting occur?

Jesse: When she’s sleeping on our lap. We try to wake her up, and that’s when…um…well she nips first, then she bites.

Phil: You let a 12 yr. old girl sleep on your lap?

Jesse: Technically she’s 3 months old.

Phil: I thought you said she’s a tween?

Jesse: She is. Guinea pigs are of adolescent age around that time.

Phil: Beg your pardon. You’re gonna have to speak up, I have a trick ear left over from NAM.

Jesse: Well I was saying Guinea pigs are…

Phil: (to audience) Let’s go to commercial folks. (whispers to me) I thought you told the producers in the green room you had a kid that bites?!

Jesse: Hey if you were in NAM, that would make you …

Phil: Answer the f*cking question.

Jesse: I did. She does bite.

Phil: You have a f*cking Guinea pig!

Jesse: She's still a kid.

Phil: Look son…

Jesse: I’m 40 yrs. old.

Phil: Look, Oprah’s got a lot riding on me. I really don’t have time for this. So you and your wife are going to get up. Get the f*ck off my stage. Go back to the green room and grab that little rodent...

Jesse: Guinea Pi…

Phil: …And never, ever cross my path again. SECURITY!!!!

THE END

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