Whaddya say we bang bang chitty chitty bang bang? Maybe later? Ok, just be sure your motor car is running ok when it flies in the air. Lets just get straight to the question.
Hey Amber,
I thought this would be fun to ask you. I’m a published children’s author and I write books that touch on subjects such as shyness, bullies, divorce, learning disabilities and whatever else kids struggle with.
I’ve read a few of your columns and I couldn’t believe some of the stuff that you said. It’s really funny but some of it’s just plain shocking. As a writer I, of course, compare your work to mine. I was curious to see what angle you would come up with if you were to write a children’s book.
Thanks,
The Future
Note to readers: I exchanged a few emails with this guy to get more info and he said he writes REAL kids book. Like the kind an eight-year-old would read with cute pictures and stuff.
Hi Future,
Thanks for writing in and thanks for giving me guidance on what the eff you were talking about. I thought I was going to have to write a psychological breakdown of why kids get all fucked up during
childhood. I’m crazy and if I wrote a book about the reasons why it would be called ALCOHOLISM, CATHOLICISM, WORKAHOLISM, A LOT OF DIVORCES, AND COMPETITIVE GYMNASTICS.
My mom worked all of the time, my dad(s) were drunks, and I thought I could get closer to God by landing double back flips. Boo-hoo for me! I’m a crybaby face. Alright - I really don’t want to act like a victim because everything is different now. My mom is really sweet and mellow, my new dad doesn’t drink and has a good health insurance plan, I do back flips on my own terms and Catholicism is lost in
translation.
Ok,so a bunch of people emailed me about Sarah Palin. I’m hesitant to write about her because I’d be competing with everyone in the world who’s riffing, ripping, spitting, supporting, farting, loving, hating, queefing, mocking, puking, crapping and quoting her (or on her).
Wait, now I want to try! Ok. Here we go. Writing about Sarah Palin….10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, -1, -2, -3… ENOUGH!
Countdown-ing reminds me of New Year’s Eve and my friends Lizzy C. and Karey D, not Sarah P. Sometimes I like to rhyme when I design my lines for you to read can you see how I feed your eyes with no lies?
What? I lie a lot, but rhyming is fun. Anytits…..
I think the Republicans know exactly what they are doing with Palin, and their plan is working. Nobody is talking about: tax cuts, foreign policy, education, health care, civil liberties, environment, technology…ya know boring shit that will save our future.
It’s all about this…..
Palin has become the new Britney Spears, she’s toxic and everyone wants a piece of her. Bing bang boom! Her five kids are probably like, “K-Fed is fertile, just like our family! He’s always in Vegas. Crazy guy.”
Maybe Britney will be a hockey mom soon, I’m sure her sons will have enough hand-eye coordination to knock up a Governor’s teenage daughter. I don’t know man..I shouldn’t rip on Britney, I like her music. But Palin is stealing the gossip magazine spotlight and the brains from brainwashed Americans. I wonder what brand of brainwasher Americans buy to wash their believing brains. It’s probably called DRAMATIC LADY DISTRACTION. Yeah, that’s a great name.
Also, when Palin said “The only difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull is …lipstick,” I thought to myself, “Wow, it’s really hard to think of any other differences between a hockey mom and a pit bull Mrs. Palin, but I did manage to find one… pit bull’s kids don’t play hockey you jack hole!”
And then Obama was like, “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.” I said, “True dat, true dat.” (not racist). McCain said that exact same line last year, that mother fuckin’ cracker.
There. I tried to riff on Pig Palin and politics. I know the lipstick shit is old already, but what-the-fuck-ever.
Lets get to a question, it’s random and sort of sad.
How are you guys? That’s awesome. No seriously, keep doing things.
I want to reference hot topics real quick – The Democratic National Convention, the Olympics, war, rape, poverty, and Dancing with the Stars! Go Jeffrey Ross!
Ok, great!
Lets get to the question.
Hey Amber,
I’m getting married next weekend and I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I’ve never slept with an Asian girl, a black girl or a Latino girl. What if my curiosity gets the best of me and I cheat on my wife? What’s a guy to do?
Thanks in advance from a white guy.
Bob
Hi Bing Bang Bob,
Thanks for writing in. I don’t understand why you are waiting until the last minute to contemplate your lack of ethnic sexploration. This question is a doozy-dick of a dilemma. I’ll go to my go to resource
for some inspiration.
Knock knock. Who’s there? It’s Craigslist! Ok. Come on in. Leave your shoes on.
I’m going to post an ad for you in the RANTS AND RAVES section.
SUBJECT: I NEED ADVICE. I’M WHITE AND I’M GETTING MARRIED
Hey People,
I’m a white guy. I’m getting married to a white girl. I’ve never slept with a black, Asian or a Latino woman. I should have capitalized “black,” I’m sorry. My penis is bustin out of my pants right now. If someone was sitting next to me, my boner would bust them in the eyeball and I would say, “I’m sorry, I’m white.”
I don’t know what to do. I’m curious about ethnic women. Any suggestions?
Thanks!
Bob
Cut to: 32 Hours Later. I only got two responses. Check it:
Hello! I got paid to get a papshmear the other day and I don’t feel like talking about it. It’ll be funny once I’m able to think of it in retrospect. Lets get to the question!
Hey Amber,
I have a question for you. My boyfriend and I have been dating for three years and we live together. I can’t stand him. I still love him, but he’s so lazy and never does what he says he’s going to do. I pay most of the rent, work 50 hours a week and do most of the stuff around the house. He’s a musician and smokes pot constantly. His friends are at our house all of the time to talk about booking shows and writing music, but all they do is smoke weed and play video games. They rarely do any shows and it’s a shame because he’s talented.
I’ve turned into a nag and I know I’m not helping by acting like a bitch, but I don’t know what else to do. He’s really sweet and nice to me and it makes me feel worse about everything. I’ll hardly even have sex with him anymore. What do I do? HELP!
Thank you,
“Sassy”
Hey Sassy,
I’m gassy and thanks for writing in. I’m sorry you are in love with a stoner with a lazy boner. Actually, I know nothing about his boner so I take the second half of the second sentence back. I hate deleting stuff, especially if the word “boner” and/or “a” is involved. I’m a wild animal!
Hi! I’m so happy right now because I finally got to experience an effin earthquake. When it hit, I was a taking a nap with a guy and I thought he was relentlessly whackin’ off or something. I was like “Do
it man, do it!” Then a chandelier fell on him, it was annoying.
Let’s get to the question.
Hey Amber!
My friends and I went to the movies the other night and the only section that had enough seats for us was in the front. We all sat down and before you know it, a lady sat down with a guy in a wheelchair.
His wheelchair ended being really close to my friend’s legs that we asked him to move up a little. The lady said, “I can’t believe you would ask him to move, he can’t walk!” We apologized and explained the situation and she just kept saying “He can’t walk! We aren’t moving!”
They had plenty of room to move. I guess my question is….was it wrong to ask this person to move up when there was obviously enough room?
I’m a hot mess over this!
Thanks for considering this,
Jenn in Georgia
Jenn in Georgia!
Thanks for writing in. Hopefully you aren’t a hot mess anymore. If you’re still a steaming side of gravy over it- pretend you are paralyzed (from the waist down) and take a bath in a tub full of 7-11
bubble gum flavored Slurpee slush. Be sure to dunk your head in it so you get a REAL brain freeze. This will both cool you off and make you feel like a stupid sticky sack of Slurpee.
It wasn’t wrong to ask the dude in the wheelchair to move up a little. It was wrong of you to not say this to the bitchy lady who yelled at you:
The Comedy Feed’s favorite advice columnist, Amber Tozer, has now taken her wisdom from the pages of this blog and turned it into a series of new advice videos. The first of these, featuring a question from a Tomboy who is concerned that guys keep treating her like a dude is posted above. And below, is a second video featuring Amber’s advice for a person who’s addicted to their computer. Check it out after the jump. And don’t forget to click here to read all of Amber old-school written advice columns.
I hope you all had a great week! This week’s column is special, a young person asked me a crap load of questions and I had to restrain myself from crapping a load on the answers. I think I’m starting to build an emotional connection with the people I advise. Oh no!
Let’s get to it.
Hey Amber!!
My brother told me to google you and I found your advice blog. Me and my friends read it. I have a bunch of questions for you. Will you please answer these????
How do I tell someone they have a booger hanging out of their nose?
How do you tell your best friend that you are mad at them for not inviting you to a party they went too?
My parents are really annoying and nosy. What should I do?
What do you think of people in high school?
Do you have a boyfriend?
How do you deal with sexual stuff?
How many times have you had sex? Is it really awesome?
Please answer these.
Peace out,
Josh (J-Play)
Hey J-Play!
Thank you for writing in. Who is your brother? Tell him I say hi and thanks for the Google gossip.
I’m guessing you are between the age of 13 and 18 and this scares me. I’m afraid to bust out my insane profane logic on you. I don’t need the added pressure of being dubbed an online sexual predator, and I hope you and your friends aren’t having a circle jerk while you read this. No offense to you kid, but I’m going to keep this post PG-13. I have a reputation to protect and a career that only exists in my mind.
Here are some long and short answers to your many questions.
I hope you all had a fun week! I sure did and I’m ready to Hot Chip this bitch.
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now . Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now.
Hi Amber,
I’m a 27 year old singer/songwriter living in Seattle. I perform occasionally and have extreme social anxiety and I don’t like talking to people after shows. I just want to perform and go home.
A friend of mine told me that some people think I’m a bitch because I never talk to anyone…she tried telling them I was shy. Now she’s trying to encourage me to be more social. I hate it!
What do you suggest?
Can’t believe I’m writing to you,
Shy Girl
Hi Shy!
Thanks for writing in. I’m gonna bust out the big guns for this answer. By big guns, I don’t mean firearms that are used to murder people, I mean my friend Karen’s tits. Her jugs are huge and I think they help her with socializing. I’m gonna stare at her rack for inspiration.
I hope you all enjoyed your 4th of July! I went to a fun party in Malibu and ate too many beans. I ended up timing my farts to the snap, crackle and pops of the fireworks so no one would hear my rice kripsy ass explosions. I thought it was a brilliant idea until I realized people have a sense of smell.
Speaking of smell, check this question out. It’s from another lesbian.
Dear Amber,
I’m a lesbian dog owner. My partner and I feel bad because our dog, Mabel, loves men. Whenever a guy is around she gets so happy and drives her snout into his crotch and armpits. I just think she likes the smell… we are starting to feel guilty about it. What do you think we should do? We want to make sure Mabel lives a balanced lifestyle.
Thanks,
A Gay Dog Owner
Yo GDO!
Thanks for writing in. It sounds like Mabel (see photo below) has a simple case of “estrogenitis” and we all know what that means. She needs to be surrounded by some male pharomones aka; sack juices, nut nasties, sweaty testes, taint toppings, boys BO in a bottle!
Thanks to everyone for writing in. I could only get to one question this week, because I was crazy, sexy busy this week. Not really, I was panicking about procrastinating. Check it:
Dear Amber,
I know your advice might be to tell me to shove something in one of my holes, but it might also help with my fear of leaving my hometown. I’m 23 and I live in Casper, Wyoming. I want to get out of here really, really, really, really bad. I have a boyfriend and he says he’ll move with me….but he only tells me this when he’s drunk or when I threaten to move by myself.
I want to move to San Francisco. I was there a few years ago and I loved it. I just graduated college and I want to get out of here. Do you think I should move? What’s it like to live in a big city?