Ever
since Mangy Dog created the Dr. Phil Random
Quote Generator, we have been deluged with letters praising us
for our cleverness, our greatness, and our perfection.
Unfortunately, we have also been bombarded with letters from idiots
with severe emotional problems.
"Letters Meant
for Dr. Phil" is a weekly column written by the Mangy staff,
designed to showcase these idiots in a forum that is both mocking and
mean-spirited. Enjoy, and if you still think that we're Dr. Phil, write us today!
As always, the letter, the bad grammar, and the idiotic spelling are real, and
so is my hatred.
Dr. Phill sucks he is a asshole! He wouldnt know how to treat the mentally
ill if his life depended on it!!!!!!!!
NOT DR. PHIL SAYS:
DEAR CRAZY STRANGER,
I apologize . . . I accidentally deleted the rest of your letter. But
I found it, here it is:
IM CRAZYY no yourr not YES I AM THE BEES THE BEES THE
BEES!!!!!!!
Sincerely,
Napoleon Hitler
P.S. Korn rulz!
Sorry about that.
I actually agree with you, you goofy lunatic. Dr.
Phil is NOT qualified to treat the mentally ill. It takes a lot more
than incoherent cornpone platitudes to soothe a diseased mind. Just
ask Dan Rather.
However, I do know someone that is even less qualified
than Dr. Phil, and that would be someone that ISN'T Dr. Phil. If you
sent your letter to the wrong people, such as some people who clearly state
that they are not Dr. Phil right above a Random Quote Generator that they
created, you might receive bad advice such as this:
You are not crazy. Your spelling is top-notch.
I'm sure that you are nice and everything is fine.
Wow, pretty spooky, huh? BOOO!
Maniacally Yours,
Not Dr. Phil
And now, a bonus letter!
Today was watching you segment on teenagers and boy did it hit close to
home. Our family is in deseprate need of assistants. My stomach is always in
knots.
NOT DR. PHIL SAYS:
DEAR UPSET STOMACH,
If there's one thing that upsets me, Not Dr. Phil, it's these kids nowadays.
It's always the same with these no-goodniks. First, they blow all of
the money you give them on drugs and hip-hop, then they're selling their
bodies on the street in exchange for hip-hop CDs (and THE CLAP), then they
end up riding around in Cadillac Escalades and end up drinking Christal and
having hot sex with freaky hoes and engaging in sweet, wonderful drug use
and did I mention that they have sex Goddamn I wish I was a rapper.
Sorry, Upset, that sentence didn't end how I wanted it
to, but I think I make my point pretty clear . . . I'm not Dr. Phil, and I
think that you're stupid and crazy.
However, I do agree with you about having assistants . .
. here at Mangy Dog, which Dr. Phil hasn't even heard of, we have a
dependable staff of 13-year old Filipino boys who help us maintain the site.
One of them Pepe, has become so beloved, we gave him the fake name of Jesse
Perry, and his columns have made us laugh until our laughter quickly petered
out. Thanks Pep-- . . . I mean, Jesse, you're the greatest! And
dig this letter that chick wrote . . . isn't she nuts?
Jesse (from the back of the sweatshop):
[incoherent yet complimentary Filipino gibberish]