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A:

Don't post on it for months of course! That's the sign of some great advice! Then, when it's time to come back, post a rhetorical question to drum up new business! In an obnoxiously-sized font! And make it crowded and hard to read! Then come up with a lame excuse! With bullet points! And exclamation points!!! BAD ADVICE WAS ON HIATUS LIKE AN 80s HAIR BAND FOR REASONS LIKE:

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Flowers Fit for Cinco de Mayo (777.7)

Q:

Benjamin,

I love weeds!  Those fake morning glories that are not actual morning glories, dandelions etc...How can I make peace with the dirty stares of my neighbors?

-- A Blooming Reader

A:

A Pleasant Early May to You, Bloomin'!

Seems you have yourself in not so "dandy" of a situation! (Get it? Dandelions... I'm sorry, but that pun was fresh out of the oven). You, ma'am, are my arch nemesis. I cannot explain to you how many summers my mother and I scoff at neighbors like you... letting your weeds run free... watering nothing but crabgrass... you probably have dogs that you let poop on God's green Earth... just thinking about it makes my shrubbery shrink with disgust.

Alas, I am a public servant.

I will advise you, but know this: one who finds beauty in dandelion and thistle will also find comfort in the fires of Hell. Did that come across too strong? BECAUSE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO.

As I do not see it possible nor feasible in the near future to brainwash your neighbors into enjoying your flowery foreigners, we shall explore a different path. A path of utter unrighteousness... a path of deceit and debauchery... a path that is most likely... ridden with weeds.

Let's assume the dirty looks you incur are from the lawn-caring neighbors such as myself. They cut their grass weekly, sprinkler the lawn, plant luscious flowerbeds, dream up envious pots of foliage, and beautify the neighborhood with new trees, all while meticulously making sure everything stays hydrated and healthy.

Then there's you, garnering these looks as you stand amongst knee high grass, and your army of dandelions.

So, your only option: retaliation. You must sabotage your neighbors in hopes of getting the attention off of you, and onto them. Have you ever wondered who comes up with those awful ideas for horror movies like SAW? Well, I am like the awful thinker for thigs to do to a lawn. I'm also realizing this metaphor only extends through the first option... after that, it's not that mean or awful.

I'll share three of my favorites.

1) Fill water balloons with Roundup and BOMB'S AWAY.

Best done in the middle of the night, a few strategically placed Roundup Balloons can have a lawn sickly and brown by morning. This will immediately avert the stares from you, to their own lawn. Watch that grass burn you suckers, watch that grass burn.

2) Stare back. Like a I'm-in-second-grade-and-I'd-rather-my-eyes-go-dry-and-fall-out-than-lose-this-staring-contest. I can guarantee by the second or third time you start staring back, your neighbors won't look toward you, your home's, or your garden's direction for the remainder of the time when thing's planted, prosper. Then during the winter, you're probably just the crazy person that doesn't shovel either!

3) [COLUMNIST'S CHOICE] Plant marigolds amongst all the dandelions. Then exclaim to your neighbors "DON'T YOU KNOW BABY MARIGOLDS WHEN YOU SEE THEM!"

That #3 is a real gem.

So, go for the gold I say, or should I say go for the marigold?

Benjamin D.

Posted May 6, 2010

777.6 Drinking and Pregnancy, Unrelated

Q:
 
Dear Benjamin Landers
 
Recently, I decided to start drinking alcohol with my friends. I'm under age, so my family and some of my friends would be upset if they found out. My friend "Constance" has a big mouth and has let it slip a couple times. I don't want our eight year friendship to be lossed due to lack of trust, and I don't want everyone to find out. What should I do?
 
Underage Drinker in St. Paul
 
A:
 
Hola, Underaged,
 
I see you've found what so many of us have -- a little tasty treat I like to call peer pressure. When I'm asked an advice question in person, about something like alcohol, drugs, abstinence, etc. I often am that person saying "but it's what all the cool kids are doing." Yep, I am one of the only advocates for peer pressure. What's with all these cliché "blaze your own trails" and "be your own person" hoopla? If everyone was trying to act on that crap -- how would we have my beloved trends and fads? Like pogs! Man, if all the cool kids weren't playing with pogs, how would I have known to collect them!? I prefer to set my tone of uniqueness at a much more sub-par level, like in the pog world -- instead of keeping them in a stylish pog-tube, I kept mine in an "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!" container.
 
Awful? I think not.
 
But enough about my buttery carrying case. If Constance has such a big mouth, why not give others something to talk about? For example -- start rumors and lies about Constance! If she wants to gossip about your underaged habits, why not open your mouth even bigger and tell everyone she's preggers? I hate the word preggers. The only reason I use it is because it sounds much more juicy than the mature word "pregnant." I once was too scared to accept friend requests from people that I was only accquaintances acquaintances with, but once you realize the worst thing you have on your facebook page is a picture of you photoshopped pregnant -- well, let's just say things could be worse.
 
Isn't it a gem?
 
 
Anywho. I fear if I leave you without any solid advice to go with, you will quickly become an alcoholic because of your love for White Russians. With that said, it distills down to keep giving into peer pressure, and starting gossip about ConstyPooPoo bear.
 
Oh, and if she continues to suck things up: cut that witch's leash. What's an eight year friendship when you have me -- an eight minute response?
 
Your new friend that won't call, text, write, or speak to you ever again,
 
Benjamin (bonus points for calling me Landers) Landers

Seriously?

Q:

Dear Self,

What do you do, when you promise seven posts, in seven days, and then promise seven times the fun -- but then abandon it after DAY 5? With only two days left?

Shamefully,

Yourself.

 

A: 

Hi... Self.

How do you let down readers? By breaking promises of course! Normally, I'd suggest breaking promises after you've made them, but you've seemed to have done that all on your own. The only thing I can say is to grovel, and ask for forgiveness. Write the damn two posts that you didn't complete. Then, grow a unibrow. Why? I don't know, but I just looked at you in the mirror, and seriously? Have you heard of plucking?

Go write the posts. You know which questions you're going to answer, stop being such a lazy lard and get to it.

And while you're at it --

Lay off of the Justin Bieber.

Yours  Yourself,

Benjamin


Posted April 6, 2010

777.5 Martha Stewart's Got Problems

Q:

Dear Bad Advice,

What can I do to increase my inappropriate Martha Stewart image?

-Lady Bump It

 

A:

Good Day to you, Lady Bump It,

Excuse my tardiness, I had every intention of answering your question yesterday, as it is 777 week, but being the Badvisor that I am, my attention and good looks are often required in situations that are not near my computer. Forgive me, as yours is a question I would very much enjoy answering.

To increase your inappropriate Martha Stewart image, you also have to exude your every aspect of the goddess that is The Martha Stewart. I'm going to boil it down to the core essence, the basic building blocks you need to execute to become history's most beloved woman (and by that I mean she is my most beloved woman in history).

Building Block #1: Get locked away in prison.

This is the easiest thing you can do, because no matter who you are – you can do something to get you imprisoned. But, let's keep it in 
mind that you are trying to improve upon a more inappropriate image. Because of this, you can not do something intellectual, like 
insider trading, to get sent away. No, no. You must do something that people will cringe at and spit on you for. I would encourage 
something along the lines of public indecency. Rob a bank naked, and on your way out scream "IT'S OKAY! THIS IS A GOOD THING."
Just make sure to purposely get caught, otherwise you'll just become a fugitive and there is nothing Martha Stewart about that. If you do not like that idea, defecate on the stoops of local bakeries while exclaiming "THE CUPCAKES HERE TASTE LIKE $%!+" - eh?

Building Block #2: Create a diversified media and merchandising company.

Simply call it (Your First Name) (Your Last Name) Living Omnimedia. If you did not successfully hide your money from Building Block #1's bank escapade, or you did not rob a bank and chose to do the defecating, then you will need an investor. Investors can be anyone that you steal, extort,  or seduce money out of. For example, if you held a bake sale, selling inappropriate goodies like demonic cupcakes, fruit tarts with tits, or gingerbread men with an extra appendage, not only could you raise awareness for your image, but also the opportunity to rob them  blind while they rave about how "sinful" your demonic cupcakes are! (puns!) Gosh I'm a good artist!

Demonic_cupcake

Building Block #3:  Have a line of your goods at K-mart. 

 How hard can it be to get something into K-mart? If their corporate office refuses your lines of inappropriate ice cream scoops and salad spinners, go guerilla. Go  into every K-mart and make yourself some retail space and make it look like it was meant to be there. I know it sounds hard, and you won't have the power of a company to help you make your products in mass quantities, but you're going to have to work from the ground  up, just like my Martha. If you don't think you can produce enough products to fill K-marts fast enough... I don't know... maybe you have a  handy boyfriend.

Building Block #4, The Finale: I regret to say this, but you must kill, or at least cause a great deal of bodily harm, to Martha Stewart. 

Is your mind blown? My fingers bleed as I type such awful words. I mean... come on... I've liked Martha longer than I've liked Oprah... and that's saying a great deal because I'm a certified reverend in Oprahism. Alas, I am chained to giving the best advice to my ability. This is the sole thing you can do that will clinch your title as The Inappropriate Martha Stewart. Of course, you will have to hire a damn good team of lawyers if you don't want to go to prison (please do not confuse a prison sentence for killing Martha Stewart and doing a stint in  prison for Building Block #1 -– they are very different prison sentences). With Martha Stewart out of the picture, you can claim her  throne and start hosting her TV show, residing in her estates, and steering her company.

Quick question, when Martha Stewart dies, does the magazine and company change to Martha Stewart Dead instead of Martha Stewart Living?  I need the advice on that one.

All my inappropriateness to you,

Benjamin Stewart Living Omnimediadvice

777.4 More Fiber Talk Anyone?

Q:

hello ben.

What should I have for breakfast tomorrow?

hungry on minnehaha

 

A:

Hello to you too Hungry, 

A simple question deserves a simple response. For you, I will give a short answer, unlike most of my posts. For breakfast you should have any Fiber One Cereal you can get your hands on. Not only are they nutritious and delicious, but if you eat about two spoonfuls you'll have enough fiber to last you till May. But that's an answer you'd come to expect from me, isn't it?

If you don't like Fiber One Cereals, perhaps you'd enjoy the smorgasbord your local truck stop has to offer for $2.99 between the hours of 5 and 8am. That's where I got this great breakfast idea from, so, I will share my signature recipe!

1 lb of hashbrowns

9 egg yolks

.5 c Butter Flavored Crisco

2 cans cream of mushroom soup

2 lbs 80% lean ground beef

4 pancakes

1 box Bisquick

Nacho cheese from the can

3 packages frosted blueberry Pop-Tarts

Salt and Pepper to taste.

Layer hashbrowns, ground beef, soup, pancakes, yolks, and tarts in 9x13 pan. Bake 12 -12 minutes. Remove from oven. Mix Bisquick and add to top. Finish with nacho cheese and dollops of the Crisco. Chill for 2 to 3 hours. Serve Cold.

Feeds 1 - 2 Midwestern Youths.

Enjoy!

Benjamisquick

777.3 When Cougars Attack

Q:

Dear Benjamin,

I am a young female who is currently in search of a serious relationship. My problem is that my mother (we'll call her Nancy) is snagging all of my prospects. Things always go smoothly until I bring my date home to meet my parents. It's happened different ways (a sly wink, a game of under-the-table-footsy) but the outcome is always the same: Nancy walks away with my man. What should I do?

Sincerely,
Cub of a Cougar

A:

Nice to hear from you, Cougar Child,

I hope what I'm about to tell you doesn't make you too upset. Dearest, I happen to be one of those prospects – I'm the guy that would probably choose your mother over you. It's not something I'm proud of, but I meet a cougar through someone I'm dating and my mind goes berserk. You know how they say "if you want to know what a woman will look like when she's older, just look at her mother?" Well, I always do that. And everytime I see a mature, experienced, better looking version of the girl I'm with, I just want to abandon the young 'un and get in good with mother. It's rough, and I apologize for being so open about it. But for once, I'm going to try to do right by the younger generation and give you some solid advice. 

Have you tried not having your gentleman callers meet your mother? As in never? If you need to, tell them she walked out on you as a child. Tell them as far as you're concerned – your mama is dead to you. Now I know that might be too easy, I bet all you would want to do is end the animosity between you and your mother by never speaking to her again, but then again, later in life you'll need the free babysitting, so...

You need to play the youth card. Take all the qualities your mom has, and recreate them better. If your mom has a perm, get a perm that's tighter and curlier. Does your mom wear sweaters with kittens on them? Wear sweaters with kittens AND yarn on them. Is your mom's Tuna Noodle Casserole the best in the county? Make Tuna Noodle Casserole with double the tuna and it will be the best in the state. 

Another thing you can do if him-meeting-your-mother is unavoidable, is to prepare him for what's to come. The "sly wink" you speak of for instance; before the meeting, tell him your mother has little control over her eyelids and that they spasm at odd intervals. Further coach him into thinking that she hates eye contact. With this in place, not only will her winking come across as a symptom, but it will ensure he will not look at her and get turned on.

I'm a bit confused as to how this "game of under-the-table-footsy" works. Why did you have to say under the table? Have you ever seen people playing footsy elsewhere? I think it would be easy to catch someone being foot inappropriate if they were ramming their nasty toes together on the couch. I suggest eating dinner in an open space, like on a deck in lawn chairs without a table. This way, if she tries to pull "out in the open footsy"  you can just push that bitch off the deck! I am assuming your deck is low enough to the ground that she will only disfigure her face, making it that much easier to secure your relationship with your man.

Does this help? There is one last thing to do... and readers... forgive me... you may not want to read on. Use this only as a last resort, cause girl... it nasty:

Stop at the grocery store on the way over... and tell him you need to pick up some Vagisil for your mother.

As soon as that boy thinks yo' mama's got a yeast infection he will never look at her the same again. He will never see your mother as anything more than the lady gracious enough to deliver his wonderful girlfriend (you) to the world. But like I said, it nasty. And because I had to tell you what to do in that situation, I just lost all 11 people that read this thing.

I'm kind of mad about that, and will probably go date your mother because of that.

Worst of luck to you!

Cougartown Benjamin

777.2 How to Catch an Old Person

Q:

hello hi hello bad bad advice.

this is the best idea you've ever had. I really need some input from you. what should I do to meet my neighbor, she is old and precious, but keeps to herself and only comes outside for the mail. she really needs to be my friend.

your follower,

old lady lover

 

A:

Thanks for the question, my fellow Old Lady Lover.

For those of you that don't know this already, the question above has targeted on one of my areas of expertise: the elderly. Anything the elderly can do, so can I. Back pain? Have had it. Split pea soup? Love it. Gin rummy? Sign me up. Long Lutheran church services? Let me at the communion wafers. Don't even get me started on how delicious Low Sodium V8 is, or how bad I want to refer to my pants as slacks. My time will come. Seriously though, in two years if I'm not in Trinity Nursing Home in Minot, ND – check my vitals, something must have gone horribly wrong to keep me out of that place – I have goals, and I believe wanting to spend my next 60ish years near the bird atrium is a fine goal to have.

Look at me, I'm carrying on about myself, just like old people!

I am very jealous of your situation, as you can probably tell. The only time an old person gets near my apartment is when Vince Leo pulls into his parking space. If you don't know who Vince Leo is, just know that someday your prince will come. Since it is of the utmost importance we make this elderly woman your friend, follow my advice word for word.

HOW TO CATCH AN OLD PERSON AND MAKE THEM YOUR FRIEND – by Benjamin Kjos

Step 1 – Do not let yourself be seen as a threat by the old person. This means that you need to make yourself seem harmless rather than harmful. For example, when old people are flat out staring at you from their kitchen window, make sure you are doing something conservative – like wearing a turtleneck. And remember, no sudden movements, we don't want any old lungs collapsing on us.

Step 2 – Do not associate with Democrats. This is sometimes referred to as Step 1b, because Democrats are a threat to old people. Old people do not like those hippie lefties. Democrats steal money from old people by helping others with welfare. How dare they! Democrats are heathens. If you are a savage Dem. like I am, I suggest putting one of the old "Bush/Cheney '04" bumper stickers on your car.

Step 3 – Strike up conversation with the postman. Almost every old person knows exactly when to expect their Social Security check. As the old person emerges from their house to make their way to the mailbox, where the postman is putting the check, make your way to the postman as if you have a quick question. WARNING: MAKE SURE YOU HAVE COMPLETED STEPS ONE AND TWO AT THIS POINT. BE DRESSED CONSERVATIVELY. DO NOT RUN QUICKLY TOWARDS THE MAIL CARRIER. MUMBLE SOMETHING ABOUT HOW "OBAMA CAN KEEP THE CHANGE." Everything we will have worked for will go to waste if you do not take great care in each step. If all goes smoothly, the old person will still emerge from his or her house because you do not seem like a threat. After asking the postman an arbitrary question (i.e. are the forever stamps really forever?) bid him good day.

Step 4 – The encounter. With a limp wrist, shake hands. A pivotal moment in my proven process. A handshake too hard can mean a broken wrist for the old person, and a broken heart for you. Caress those liver spots, they are your friend! After introducing yourself (ladies, I suggest you introduce yourself as Mrs. (Husband's First Name) (Husband's Last Name). Even if you're not married. it's safer that way.

Step 5 – Covet thy neighbor. Now that you've earned their trust, break it. Once they've turned around, pick them up, and drag them to your apartment. They will not fight back, they are feeble. If thrashing occurs, poke them in the bald spot – it makes them delirious. 

Step 6 – Prop them up on your couch, and enjoy!

It's fool-proof and guaranteed!

Your elderly badvisor,

Benjamin

Filed under  //   Minot   democrats   elderly   friendship   old people  

777.1 – Grapefruits, Cabbage, Prunes, and Suzanne Somers

Q:

Hi Bad Advice Column -

Since the holidays I've gained a record 18 pounds. I feel awful and I look worse. What's a person to do? I've tried everything and I just need something that works. Any and all advice appreciated!

Fat in Fargo


A:

Hello Fatty!

Erm... that could have come across better. OH WELL. Let's get to it shall we? I see right away that you've already tried everything, but expect me to find something that works? You've tried everything? Everything? I guess there's not much for me to tell you then. You might as well spoon feed yourself the newer Butter Flavored Crisco and call it a day. I know I would! 

Once again though, I'm left to read between the lines. You probably actually haven't tried everything, but you like to exaggerate, like my mother. HI MOM (she'll never read that, moving along). The question I would like the answer to is how many – I'm assuming diets – have you actually tried? I'm going to make some more assumptions here. By holidays, I'm going to guess that encompasses the time starting around Thanksgiving (and my birthday) running to about NYE (that's New Year's Eve to you common folk). My next assumption is that you made it your New Year's resolution to kick the pounds to the curb, and that you started your dieting around January 2nd, 2010. Assumption number.. three or four here... is that "tried everything" means you couldn't easily count how many diets you've done off the top of your head, meaning more than what could fit on one hand. I'll assume you've tried six diets then.

To entertain myself, I'll assume these were the six diets you attempted, Fatty in Fargo:

The Grapefruit Diet (grapefruits are ishy)

The Special K Diet (let's be honest, Special K is fricken delicious and you can't diet on something when you can't stop eating it because it reminds you of Special K Bars)

The Hollywood 48 Hour Miracle Diet (you'd gain weight too if after two days of sucking on a Gatorade sized bottle of orange drink you wake up on hour 49 in a Loaf 'N Jug parking lot devouring large quantities of something called Torpedoes while dipping it in windshield washer fluid)

Cabbage Soup Diet Plan (LOLZ)

El Carbo Lo (RIP Doc Atkins)

&

Something Suzanne Somers wrote about and accompanied with a cookbook for (I'm probably overdoing it with the parentheses)

Now, judging by the date you sent your question in, (dearbad.advice@gmail.com -- I'm plugging the email, it likes it when readers send in questions so there's plenty to choose from!) you "tried everything" for about two months. Two months. I've gone longer without going to the bathroom. Seriously, that's like... 10 days per diet. Have you no backbone!? Even if you take off the two days you sucked on that 48 hour crap, you still were only at 12 days per wrestling match with the scale.

Doozie. That's what this one is.

Because you say "I feel awful and look worse" I'll give you some sound advice. Maybe it's because you're a fellow North Dakotan, maybe it's because I trust you, but I'm going to let you in on my little weight loss secret.

Activia Yogurt.

Yes, yes, Activia. The stuff prescribed in the commercials by one Dr. Jamie Lee Curtis. Since you can stay with a diet for about 10 days, it shouldn't be hard to try mine for a week. Just buy a few of those eight-packs of Activia (I'd suggest Prune) and that's all I want you to eat. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Midnight snack. Munchies. Time-To-Eat-Cause-I'm-Unlovable. Whenever you would eat, just eat the Activia. With its high concentration of the yogurt culture bifidus regularis in your system, by about the fourth day you will literally have excreted one-third of your body weight. One-third. By day seven, your loved ones will put you on an IV drip for nutrients, but damn – it will have been worth it.

Do you have any questions regarding this diet plan? If so, please write to Dr. Jamie Lee Curtis' fan mail address at

 Jamie Lee Curtis
PMK/HBH
700 San Vicente Boulevard
 Suite G 910
West Hollywood, CA 90069

Good luck with everything. I hope you like my tasty little Prune Activia treat! My friends know that when I eat prunes and Activia, I like to call the power combo "Liquid Plumber" – has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Maybe that's what I should call the diet:

The Liquid Plumber Plan™

Ok? Great! I'm going to go back to my life now: the one where I say I'm doing the Activia Challenge, but in reality it's supposed to end after two weeks, but I just keep eating it.

Your Fellow Jamie Lee Curtis Lover,

Benjamin

 

Filed under  //   activia   diets   jamie lee curtis   prunes   suzanne somers   weight  

7 DAYS, 7 QUESTIONS, 7X THE FUN

After vacation and a brief hiatus, Bad Advice is back!

Starting tomorrow, March 14th, Bad Advice will be back with a new poor soul seeking the advice of someone unqualified to answer it. Running through the 20th, expect a new question answered EVERYDAY.

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Email: dearbad.advice@gmail.com

Remember, all submissions are anonymous, so feel free to rock your pen name, alter ego, or "Baby Mama in Minot" signature.

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THE 7 DAYS, 7 QUESTIONS, 7X THE FUN STARTS TOMORROW. TELL UR FRIENDZ. SRSLY.

Your Badvisor,

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