From The awful truth
Weighty Wackiness
Oh, jeez, there have been so many friggin' pretty people in the column this week, just thought I'd give ya an ugly-ass one to ponder for a bit. (I can be an equal-opportunity muckraker on occasion.) So, before we hit the weekly windup with the always enjoyable mailbag, let's hightail it on over to the Paramount lot, where the Dr. Phil tapes his show.
Remember when I spoke of the advice-doling Texas doc last? Heard the guy who writes knowingly on how best to lose weight had his show's kitchen stacked with every big-butt candy imaginable. Phil's repper responded: "Well, we have trail mix, too."
Fast-forward to a recent show I hear was supposed to be taped. Seems UCLA has been helping absorb some of the Louisiana students who have been rendered homeless and sans a college after Katrina. Organizations such as Katrinacampusrelief.org have been working in conjunction with all involved to help with clothing and other needs as well. So, all the studious types were bussed over to Paramount for what they had been told would be a show about what a great job they've done in getting on with life after such a natural disaster.
Uh-uh.
The weirdo doc's peeps came blustering out to the parking lot and told the young folks there had been a change of televised topic. Now, Dr. P. wanted to do something else. Any guesses out there, randy readers?
If you answered, "What's it like when your dorm mate is having sex right next to you," ding, ding, ding!, you get that lifetime supply of Snickers bars from Dr. Phil's green room!
The students were aghast--no friggin' kidding. Nothing was ever taped--or so I'm told. You see, the doc's mouthpiece was silent this time I rang up.
Dr Phil Blows off fanbase
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