Let's Seriously Redact The Shit Out Of The EADJ Mail Sack!

Submitted by Tom W via text:

"This picture was on the wall of labor and delivery at Roosevelt hospital. I have no idea what artistic value it possesses."

Yes, that's his shit in the gutter.

[Editor's note: The identity of the mother and son have been obscured for their privacy, and the boy's dangling genitals have been covered by a photo of Chinese potatoes.]

***UPDATE: ****

"And two pics down from that? Howdy Doody molesting Raggedy Ann."

The ProofrEADJer, Spring Thaw Edition

UAG

Claudia Wells Update?

Joel emailed this boring video confirming the receipt of that goddamned "Save the clock tower" flyer I sent in July:

Well, well, well! Joel serves up another magic trick a mere FOUR DAYS after his previous effort! Bravo!

Execution: 8. MISDIRECTION!! Is that what they call "the prestige?" I need to watch that movie again.

Presentation: 6. Some decent production value here, especially with that nice plant on the china cabinet)

Criss Angel Factor: 8. Joel pulls off this (second!) levitation trick with aplomb and flair, something Criss Angel would definitely milk the shit out of.

Secret Behind The Trick: A hidden office fan, pointed upward and affixed to Joel's belt buckle.

Getting Famouser!

If ever there were a good time to be Joel, that time would be now.

Sony Music has asked Joel to write the liner notes for Fantasia Barrino's next album.

"The, ah, styre. And, ah, the humol which Joer uses in his writing has made him perfect candidate," said Sony's stereotypical Japanese and sometimes Chinese spokesman Takeshi Xiu, "We rike velly much Joer's writing in Wicked Wicked Games. Big Happy Fun Time Explosion!"

In addition to the Fantasia liner notes, Joel has also been asked to write a fax spam sheet and a sign for one of the broken copy machines.

"I'm thinking either 'COPIER DOWN' or 'OUT OF ORDER– PLEASE USE THE ONE ON THE 14TH FLOOR.'" said a clearly psyched Joel, on the assignment.

When asked about Joel's extracurricular activities of eating massive amounts of dick, Xiu had this to say:

"Why you think we hire him? We want our dick eated too!"

Then everyone at the press conference had a long, hearty laugh that froze when the credits started rolling.

(pictured above, will.i.am, apl.de.ap, Taboo, and Fergie say 'Fuck it.' And the inevitable fallout by the hipster crowd ensues)