by Howard Stern
Then she made fools out of her old girlhood friend and all the confused homos in her troupe and she even showed her brother in a bad light. How demeaning. You should be ashamed of yourself. How about the way she put down Kevin Costner because he came backstage to compliment her on her show? But she didn't like the word he used to praise her. Miss Hip here sticks her finger down her throat
behind his back just because he said her concert was "neat." She is so hip. She's the hippest, man. God, does she make my skin crawl. Thank God I don't work for someone like that whose ass I'd have to kiss. I'd rather just be tied up and let ants eat me.
Who's that girl? It's me striking one of my many Madonna poses.
In fact, I was so incensed over her stupid movie that we decided to do the ultimate Madonna documentary on our TV show. I donned a Madonna wig and one of those stupid bustiers with the spiked bra cups and black garters and the spike heels and voila! I was Madonna, sprawled across a big bed.
"Hi, I'm Madonna and I am so outrageous. Robin, do you know why America loves me? Because I'm constantly changing my attitudes and styles. Because I'm so outrageous. Let me show you why. Boys, come to Madonna."
Two leather boys in leather bikini briefs and chains and studded collars walked over to me like robots. "Yes, Madonna."
"Boys, I want you to hold hands." "Yes, Madonna." They obeyed.
"Robin, I'm playing with homosexuality right now. Boys, I want you to sit on my bullet bra." They each sat on top of one of my spiked bra cups. I was suffocating. "Boys, get up! Watch this, Robin. Boys, I want you to put your genitals on that frying pan there and turn it on and burn them. Do it for Madonna."
"Yes, Madonna," they repeated and walked over to two hotplates.
"They'll do anything
you say?" Robin was incredulous.
"Yes, we must break all sexual boundaries."
Smoke started rising as they burned their genitals on
the frying pans.
"I'm so outrageous, aren't I, America? Robin, have you ever done this?"
I pulled a humongous booger out of my nose.
"But that's not outrageous enough, Robin."
"How far are you going to go, Madonna?" Robin asked.
"Monty, come to Madonna." ! !
I ordered our bald cameraman to come up to me.
"I think all bald men should have boogers attached to their bald heads." I pressed my booger onto his head.
"Thank you, Madonna," Monty said.
"Why are you so emasculating, Madonna?" Robin wondered.
"Because all heterosexual men should be taught a lesson. Do you believe how wicked I am? Can you do this, Robin?"
I lay back on the bed and grabbed some matches and lit a fart.
"This will outrage all America."
The flames shot up into the air.
"I am so wild. I am woman. I am child. I am virgin. I am whore. I am good cook. I am bad cook. I am so wild, sometimes I wear my underwear on my head." I pulled a pair of panties onto my head. "Try it, Robin."
I kept doing outrageous things. I rubbed myself all over with a porno tape. I wore my left shoe on my right foot and my right shoe on my left foot. I breast-fed my father. I even had our producer Dan Forman come out on a dog leash and I made him bark and roll over. I was totally outrageous.
"Robin, there's only one thing left that I can do. I WANT TO CUT MYSELF OPEN AND EAT MY OWN GUTS!"
"You're going to eviscerate yourself?" Robin was shocked.
Boys, I want you to sit on my
bullet bra! I'm Madonna,
I'm outrageous!
"Yes, I've always wanted to rip at my own belly . .."
I clawed at my belly and pulled my guts out.
"... and to eat my own guts!"
I stuffed my mouth with my entrails.
"This is it!" Robin shouted. "Madonna has finally crossed the line!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I moaned orgiastically.
"Are you dying, Madonna?" Robin asked.
"I've done it all! I've done it all!" I screamed as I swooned.
That was some bit. That fart lighting scene cost us our first NBC affiliate when WGIT in Hartford canceled our show. But it was worth it. After all, Madonna and I are artists and we'd do anything for our art.
SHARON STONE
This loser is the newest one on my case. I can't figure these dumb bims out. It took this bitch thirty-three years to find the right role for herself, that of a crazed lesbian ice-pick killer who forgets to wear her panties at police interrogations, and now she wants to jeopardize everything by getting into a vendetta with yours truly. C'MON, BITCH! I'M WAITING FOR YOU! The nerve of her.
This jerk opened her fat yap to Us magazine and claimed that I got her so upset at a Letterman show that we were both on that she had to leave the building and then be chased down and persuaded to come back and do her spot. "I think Stern's a loser and I don't need to follow some guy that was dissing me when I was supposed to be first up," she said. Okay, let me tell you the truth about what went down.
I was scheduled to be the first guest. I'm always on first, or I don't do the show. That was her first lie. Then she said I "dissed" her. All of a sudden, this blondie was talking like Public Enemy. This is what I said about her on Letterman. If she had any brains at all, she'd understand that it was actually a compliment.
Dave, I was back there in the Green Room looking for Sharon Stone. She is one hot babe. I went to see Basic Instinct where she crosses and uncrosses her legs, so for one split second, you see something under her minidress. Now I'm a guy. I must see maybe two pornos a week. I'm honest, Dave. I'm a married man of seventeen years and I never
cheated on my wife. I might masturbate five times a week 'cause I'm one horny guy and I've seen all the porno you can see. People who listen to me send me all kinds of porno things from Germany, things with animals, disgusting. So for me to get horny over Sharon Stone in an R-rated movie, thaf s an accomplishment.
There, that's what I said to Dave. Hey, there's no greater thing in the world than telling a woman who's playing a sex object who's trying to get guys excited that you masturbate to her. So where did I "dis" her?
You stupid confused bimbo! You got a great body but nothing between your ears. You dumb twit. Wait until you start getting those crow's-feet, and you haven't got long to wait, 'cause you've been knocking around Hollywood for years. I'm a loser, huh? I've got an audience of sixteen million people a week. Meanwhile you were in Total Recall for about seven seconds and King Solomon's Mines on TV with Richard Chamberlain, not to mention that porno you had to do for Playboy. You couldn't get noticed until you did that nude shot for Playboy, you big jerk! Now you did some shitty bomb of a film, Sliver, and you went and ran off with someone's husband on the set! You're the loser! The Letterman audience was more excited to see me than you! That's why you wanted to walk, you big crybaby! Even Dave said you were a crybaby! I don't have to spread my legs to get an audience excited, I can use my brains! You stupid bimbo skivosa! In five years you'll be dried up like a piece of shit in the desert. You'll look like a Tootsie Roll. Then you'll see how long that producer husband of yours keeps you around. Hey, if you want to keep your career going, I'll give you one piece of advice: Keep your legs open and your mouth shut.
SIN ÉAD THE BALDY
I hate to pick on people who should be locked up in mental institutions, but this baldy deserves anything she gets. The nerve of this woman coming here and disrespecting our country and our flag! It was enough to make us hire a men's choir and bring them into the studio to sing our own version of "The Star-Spangled Banner":
0 say bald Sinéad
Go jump in a lake
Frank Sinatra was right
We should kick you in your ass.
You tone-deaf fathead
You've got some set of balls
You no-talent runt
Go back where you came from.
Why do you atta
ck
Our country and our flag?
Put a bag on your head And a sock in your mouth.
Go put on a wig and go
Get some breast implants
Then kiss our big fat butts
You skin-headed bitch.
I guess our parody got to her, because soon afterward, Sinéad decided she wanted to retire from show biz. Well, on our TV show we got a nearly bald Irish woman and we envisioned some new jobs for Sinéad. We showed her as a carnival barker, a Hare Krishna, a nun, and a squeegee woman washing car windshields. But the job most suited to Sinéad seemed to be a cashier at McDonald's: "Hello, my name is Sinéad, you ugly capitalist pig. What do you need to fill your bloated, disgusting, imperialist American belly today?"
For all we know, she's now in training in the Ronald McDonald College.
ROSEANNE AND TOM ARNOLD
I saved these two for last. I never really wanted to get into a feud with Roseanne and Tom. This is not a fair fight. Even though they outweigh me by tons, it isn't fair to match wits with two people whose minds have either been institutionalized or fried by cocaine. And I was one of the only people who defended Roseanne and got the joke when she did her version of "The Star-Spangled Banner." But when they kept appearing on talk shows trashing me, calling me a no-talent jerk and a racist and an anti-Semite, I had
no choice but to respond. After all, I'm only human.
Okay, let's take Tom first. Here is a guy whose only talent appears to be getting it up for this fat slob. I would love to see the erection he gets for Roseanne. That must be one sick, evil hard-on. And believe me, he must have talent to be able to go through all those rolls of fat looking for her gross triangle. I mean, I would have sex with sand before I would have sex with Roseanne. Can you imagine the smells that must come out of her? Did you ever smell a big fatso like that? I don't see Roseanne spending three hours in the shower just to get all those hard-to-reach places. Plus, I can't see her shaving down and stuff. I imagine a big forest down there, a huge thatch that he has to weed through. Hey, I'd be on coke too if I had to go through that thatch, not to mention deal with the folds on her legs and her body cheese and stuff. It's frightening what this guy has to go through for his money. Hey, this guy is the Yoko Ono of the nineties, okay? 'Nuf said. Next mental case.
Me, as Tom Arnold.
Sometimes I actually feel sorry for Roseanne. I've always said she was talented. It's just that she's fucked up, big time. So where should we start? Should we start with the incest allegations? Is that the emotional time bomb that propelled her into a loony bin? Or are the allegations of incest a symptom of her unstable mental condition? I don't know, but I find it disgusting that this woman can use her power of celebrity to exploit that platform and make wild, unsubstantiated charges, charges that don't have to be proven in a court of law, and wreak havoc on other people's lives. Did her father play hide-the-soap in her butt? Did he make her comb his other hair? Did her mother get her off every time she changed her diapers? I DON'T KNOW AND
I DON'T CARE TO FIND OUT! HEY, IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE INCEST SURVIVORS ANONYMOUS. ANONYMOUS DOESN'T MEAN ALL OVER THE COVER OF PEOPLE MAGAZINE!
"His fans are plumbers masturbating in their trucks on the way to work."
-- Roseanne Arnold
I was so sick of reading interviews of Roseanne and Tom that I conjured up a fantasy interview of Roseanne:
HOWARD: You say that you just remembered all these childhood episodes of molestation by your father that you were repressing, yet a year ago, at your wedding, you claim your father molested your daughter.
GROSSANNE: I just want to share these experiences so maybe it'll help other kids, so they don't turn out like me, big and fat and stuck with a guy who I'm not sure if he's chasing me for my money 'n stuff.
HOWARD: Remarkably, now Tom says he was molested at seven as a child.
GROSSANNE: Well, it all comes out under hypnosis -- you'd be surprised. I remember now. Oooh, yeah, that bastard. When I was born, the doctor picked me up like a bowling ball.
HOWARD: Your doctor molested you?
GROSSANNE: He explored my tiny baby places with cold, intrusive doctor instruments. It was at that moment I decided to eat too much my whole life.
HOWARD: I read something about your aunt.
GROSSANNE: Oh, yeah, my aunt used to give me oatmeal enemas. But, you know, I didn't realize it was wrong at the time. Boy, those enemas would make me scream.
HOWARD: They were too hot?
GROSSANNE: No, too lumpy. Why can't they make a smooth oatmeal 'n stuff?
HOWARD: You said you had an incident when you were ten?
GROSSANNE: It's true. When I was ten I got my first period 'n stuff and my mother used to make me wear barbed-wire tampons. But they weren't half as bad as the ground-glass suppositories.
HOWARD: Didn't your grandmother also abuse you?
GROSSANNE: Yeah, she used to make me run in the bathroom and sing to her while she took a dump 'n stuff. Then I had to wipe her butt
with Q-Tips. And she was incontinent. It was so gross! But hey, I'm just trying to be honest.
HOWARD: Recount what happened to you when you were seventeen. That was particularly interesting.
GROSSANNE: When I was seventeen, right, I was on my way home from a gang rape and all of a sudden a flying saucer landed in front of me and it grabbed me 'n stuff? And they put tinfoil on my breasts and tried to cook me in a microwave. Those space guys didn't even know not to put tinfoil in a microwave 'n stuff, but anyway, they made me mate with a giraffe. But it didn't hurt until Mike Tyson came along and punched me in the uterus 'n stuff. Hey, I'm just trying to be honest.
HOWARD: Tell us about your last memory of abuse.
GROSSANNE: Oh, this came out recently under hypnosis. I was molested by the Loch Ness Monster and the Easter Bunny. And then Santa Claus was also there.
HOWARD: You're saying that you were in a foursome with the Loch Ness Monster, the Easter Bunny, and Santa Claus?
Judy Tenuta, as Roseanne, with me, the loving husband feeding his bride.
GROSSANNE: Uh-huh. This was about the time I was in the loony bin.
HOWARD: I find that story hard to believe.
GROSSANNE: I got photographic evidence 'n stuff. Santa even let Rudolph take a turn. Boy, those antlers hurt. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time the pig farmer violated me with his pitchfork?
HOWARD: I think that's enough for now, thank you, Grossanne.
GROSSANNE: Yeah, well, Tom still hates ya. You're third-rate to him.
Okay, let's assume that all of Roseanne's incest stories are true. Even granting that assumption, there is still no excuse for the way she conducted herself as her career was on the ascent. If you analyze it, Roseanne is despicable in that she did the same thing as all these phony guys do when they dump their wives who stood with them through thick and thin and leave their families and get their trophies. Hey, Tom Arnold is far from a trophy. He's not even a merit badge. But she's just like these guys who, as soon as they get a little money in their pocket, dump the old bat. I've got to admit, it's somewhat tempting to do that. But I love
my wife and my wife loved me when I was a bum. She was actually proud of me and brought me to her parents' house, even when I had no job. And her parents treated me like a human being even though I disgusted myself. I wanted to be in radio but I had no voice, no delivery, nothing. But they treated me as if I was normal. So when I get tempted by one of these little bims, I look at my bim and I know she's the best bim on the planet for me. I'm never going to do any better. She truly loves me. And true love is a hard thing to find, remember that. I trust my wife, and I'm so paranoid I don't trust anybody. I know she would never betray me. Any woman I would meet now I could never trust. So I feel bad for Roseanne's first husband. He actually married that fat slob and lived in a trailer with her. And raised children with her.
"Howard Stern doesn't bother us. We chuc
kle at him. He's amusing sometimes. It's not the stuff he says about me, it's the racism and sexism and stuff that I hear him say. He'll make jokes about incest, which I think is sickening. I don't want anyone from our shows going on Howard Stern and I won't let them."
-- Tom Arnold
Look at Roseanne. He must have really loved her to marry something like that. Let me quote Roseanne from a recent article in the magazine QW:
Tom just came into the room and wants me to say how much I hate Howard Stern. What a fucking asshole. He's a racist pig and he gets away with it by having that stupid black woman sitting next to him, excusing all of it. He's a racist, sexist, homophobic fucking pig. His only fans are plumbers jacking off in their trucks on the way to work. If that's what America's coming to, I hope you print that in your magazine. You probably don't have to worry -- I've said this to other magazines and they didn't print it. If I get a hold of him, I'm gonna shave his fucking head for him, so he'll look like the skinhead he is. He's an anti-Semite, too. And he's an ugly son of a bitch. He's uglier than Joey Ramone. I've said this to other people and I've been censored from day one by these stupid press people. They censor me because I'm a woman of opinion. Say hi to everybody out there in New York. Be sure to say "Howard Stern is a fucking pig."
So this is our new role model? A woman who gives her firstborn up for adoption, dumps her husband, spends time in a loony bin, and attacks the nicest, sweetest, most sentimental radio personality on the planet? They say you can tell a lot about a culture by the heroes it keeps.
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