Showing posts with label Ask Mayor Gahan (advice column). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ask Mayor Gahan (advice column). Show all posts

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

ASK MAYOR GAHAN: "My Boyfriend Sounds Like An Injured Hyena During Sex. Think I Can Turn a Quick Buck Off This?"


In an effort to show fairness and give equal time to the incumbent, NA Confidential is proud to present "ASK MAYOR GAHAN," an advice column in which our own Slick Jeffrey tries his level best to help ordinary people lead lives as flawlessly suburban as his own.

Dear Mayor Gahan,

Hi, I’m an avid reader who is wondering what you’re reading this summer. My current choice of books is A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. What’s yours?

Thanks for the compliment. I’m a very stable staggering genius, you know. They love me in England. As for a book, I started reading “Tame Your Terrible Office Tyrant” but I couldn’t see the point. Now each night I have one of the city employees come over to the house and read to me from “Boss Tweed: The Story of a Grim Generation.”

Great bedtime stories are the best, and also being hand-fed grapes and fanned with palm fronds.

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Dear Mayor Gahan,

What can you tell us about that horrible intersection at Bank and Main Streets? Your city engineer keeps saying there’s nothing he can do, but then he told the Board of Works there’d be an expensive study into the possibility of stop lights. Can’t you just make it a four-way stop for a couple hundred bucks, slow the cars and call it good?

Look, do I come to YOUR house and tell you how to run your own family? Okay, maybe I do, but I’ve had it up to here with citizens complaining about traffic.

First, whenever one of my employees lies, be aware he or she is doing it for me out of love and affection because my minions adore me, especially when I bring them Kool-Aid and Rice Krispies Treats. This is another way of saying that lying is what I make them do to keep their jobs.

Secondly, Mister Smarty Pants Strong Towns Member, do you have any idea how much of a campaign donation I get from assigning stop signs to the Street Department to erect (excuse my French, Soos)?

None, that’s how much. But that stop light study should bring in a thousand tasty smackers.

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Dear Mayor Gahan,

About two weeks ago, our 5-month-old puppy began stepping into her water bowl, splashing the water around, and flipping the bowl over. She then likes to play in the water that is on the floor. (It’s not an issue with her food bowl.) We’ve taken to holding a small Tupperware container that she can drink out of until she splashes, and then we take it away. This is not sustainable. What can we do to keep our house dry?


Don’t you love Walt Disney? I mean the superhuman man himself, not just his fantastic empire of life-altering imaginary escapist theme parks.

Did I tell you that MY favorite hit song from Great Uncle Walt’s archive of movies is the very same one as his, called “Feed the Birds,” about the pigeon lady in Mary Poppins?

This great man liked the song so much that he’d drop by the music department office just when they were busiest and request a personal performance of “Feed the Birds,” and if anyone griped, he’d fire them.

Try this with your dog. If it doesn't work, there's always a TIF area. Now if you'll excuse me, plenty of beaks need wetting.

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Mayor Gahan returns next week to answer, accept donations and fill out your absentee ballot. Previously:

Here's our new weekly advice column: ASK MAYOR GAHAN.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Here's our new weekly advice column: ASK MAYOR GAHAN.


In an effort to show fairness and give equal time to the incumbent, NA Confidential is proud to present "ASK MAYOR GAHAN," an advice column in which our own Slick Jeffrey tries his level best to help ordinary people lead lives as flawlessly suburban as his own.

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Dear Mayor Gahan,

Recently, I saw an e-mail on my boyfriend’s phone from a female co-worker that read, "Sandwich is on your desk bud ;)." Yes, co-workers do that kind of stuff. But I couldn't help it that my blood boiled. I trust my man, but I also feel uncomfortable with him being chummy with female co-workers. I know some honestly are just being nice! But we all know the other kind; where sandwich is code for "I want you." Am I being ridiculous here?

Did you know I invented the sandwich?

My rule of thumb is to never be chummy with any other human being unless it's a transaction confined to campaign finance. Even then, handshakes are a no-no; too many germs, so have them slip the envelope into the plastic flower arrangement on my desk. And buying people food is fine so long as they're giving you back at least ten times the value in political donations.

Has your boyfriend's co-worker supported my campaign? If not, I could have Todd drop in and gently encourage her.

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Dear Mayor Gahan,

My husband's brother-in-law is immature and self-centered, but I wasn't prepared for what a bad house guest he is. He won't have so much as a cup of coffee at our house, insisting on going out for everything. The first trip he just sat back expectantly when the check arrived, until we finally had to tell him we could not afford to pay for everything. He only wants to do what he wants to do, making faces and being passive aggressive at our suggestions. He doesn't pick up after himself, he drinks a lot. You get the idea. What can I do?

Consider pulling strings to get your husband's brother-in-law's son or daughter hired at the fire department. I did. It's easy; just an executive order, and they skip right to the front of the line. You see, the fire department is a high wage job, and his kid can buy a big house with guest rooms. Problem solved.

That'll be $50, payable to the Gahan for Mayor Re-Election Fund (Patronage Hiring Department).

Ha ha -- I'm just joking!

Actually it's $100.

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Dear Mayor Gahan,

My husband told me that he received a very strange call well past midnight from someone. He said he answered the phone and a man who sounded like his boss began yelling at him about Baylorites and communists, and he sounded kind of drunk. Then the drunk man hung up and he didn't call back. I'm angry and want to confront the man, but I have no idea who it was or how to contact him. These calls happen all the time. Am I just supposed to try to forget this ever happened?

I'm confused. Did Warren go and remarry?

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Mayor Gahan returns next week to answer, accept donations and fill out your absentee ballot.