space between phone calls, Mancow and his flunkies rant and rave
about the transpiring.
One of them
says to Mancow: "There's your tattoo on your arm all about
free speech and there you are cutting him off!" Somebody
promote that man!
on to say: "All right if it was Buddha, if it was Mohammed...
or if it was Moses. This is a disgrace, it's real funny to believe
in a higher power....
call that jack leg (?) back!
Mancow lives to parade
around his "specialness". He no longer cares about the
quality of his work. His desperation to look cool shows.
I would be
so ashamed of these
cheesy, autographed portraits of strippers that I'd
met. And I'd
be insulted if one of these girls offered to sign one for me right
after I'd interviewed them. Not only is he proud but he's made
sure that the Jpegs are large enough so that everyone can see
each special message written to him. I suppose to him, some stripper
wet kisses!" on an 8X10 is pretty exciting. I know
where you can get a crate of these for five bucks.
But my favorite
thing about this man is his groveling over stars. On
his web site he shows off pictures of himself with all of the celebrities
he's interviewed. He doesn't realize that they're scrambling
to escape his scary existence. Mancow thinks these folks are going
to help out his career somehow. It must sting to be so close and
yet so far.
So watch out Vanilla,
you're one of the people Mancow is going to be contacting when he
loses his job.
I wanna meet you and I wanna fight!
You wanna fight now.
Yeah, I wanna meet you and punch you right in the face!
and my favorite line:
Oh, I'd love to punch you in the face. (It
came out sounding so right! Know what I mean?)
Yeah, I want to get you in the ring and I wanna fight you... and
I'm not kidding you!
Obviously you haven't seen the size of me then.
What are you? A little pussy boy?
I'm about 6 foot 5, 230 pounds.
I'M 700 POUNDS!... Ok, that's a lie (Me
laughing in background). Let me tell you something. Let
me tell you something dick smack! Listen closely!
I like the way you resort to name calling.
and his posse:
YOU STARTED IT!!!!!
I like the way you continue the tradition.
Well, ok whatever. That is beside the point. That is mute. Listen
to me real good Mr. Jesus Dress Up Do.. doll man Ok? (That's
where he almost said the address)...that has me just....
look at the veins in the neck! Let me tell you something sir. Anytime,
anywhere, and when I come I'm bringin' the holy ghost with me! (His
back-up yell and scream at this point).
So it's gonna be you standing by yourself, then, I take it.
Well, that's what it's gonna have to be then.
I wanna meet you punk!
Of course you do!
Hey, I'm willing to come in there any time!
That is absolutely right!
You come in and I'll kick your ass.
I'd like to see that.
Wait a minute, how big are you?
I'm about 6 foot four 230 pounds.
You were 6' 5" a minute ago!
I'm not 6' 5". I'm 6' 4".
I bet you're a real skinny guy.
I'm a little skinny... but that's ok...
I bet you don't work out.
I'm in shape. I worked out last night.
How old of a man are ya? I bet you're an old guy.
You wanna know how old I am? I'm 31... still old enough to kick
(Then once again Mancow and I exchange
off the air).
Screw you, you didn't get a plug, ha ha!
You know what Mancow, I don't need your plug, I get 10,000 hits
they hung up for the last time.
Heard you on the mancow radio show (q101) chicago today.
Laughed my ass off when he started raving about 'our savior'
and shit like he likes to do. It sounded like you touched
a sore spot there, but it's cool. I never really liked him
anyway. Liked the site.
Two days after the event, I received one last email that touched
me more than any of the others.
up Jesus,The Head?
Where did the mexican head go?
no Mexican, Mr. Demonhead, that's Mancow.
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