Each week, or whenever he emerges from his impenetrable, underground stone tomb, a circa-1982 John Cougar, pop singer and small town boy who is also an immortal, shapeshifter who can transform into any animal he chooses, draws from his prodigious life experience to help our readers solve their problems.
Dear John Cougar:
My wife says I spend too much time playing video games. Sheâ€™s probably right. How would I go about cutting back?
â€“Jack B., San Francisco
Back before them fancy robot games on the tee-vee box, everybody went down to the pool hall in the small down what they lived in (I am from a small town) and played them pinball things. I tell you what, olâ€™ John Cougar misses them days. Groovinâ€™ was groovinâ€™ and pinball meant everything. One day olâ€™ John Cougar had a high score goinâ€™ on some pinball game machine with pictures of magical elves and trolls and whatnot when suddenly a dang olâ€™ rat runs up and what bites me on the foot. It smarted real good and I looked down and saw that this ainâ€™t no normal pool hall rat â€” it was one of them wizard rats you find in small towns a lot. (You could tell because he had on a little tiny olâ€™ wizard robe and a pointy little wizard hat, rat size.)
Before I knew it, olâ€™ John Cougar was shrunk down to the size of a wizard rat then turned into a rat! Shoot, man. I fell into that dang pinball game and had to work my way out of it, defeatinâ€™ all of them pinball elves and trolls what came to life in a series of riddle fights. Olâ€™ John Cougar got out of course, and when I did, I tell you what I did, I found that wizard rat and bit his neck with my tiny rat fangs and killed it what good. Turned back into a human-type man and made a little tincture out of that wizard rat blood and I keep a vial of it in the vault in my underground stone tomb which ainâ€™t even a little bit penetrable. I dip all my cigarettes in that tincture, so from then on Iâ€™ve been building my self up a tolerance to them wizard rats what can never curse olâ€™ John Cougar again!
Ifâ€™n yer struggling to defeat this wizard what is metaphorical, this wizard of the electronic Atari gadget, go outside and hunt yourself a rat. Keeps ya busy, get some exercise, and when yer done, you gonna have a rat, and that ainâ€™t nothinâ€™. (But if itâ€™s wearinâ€™ a tiny olâ€™ jeans jacket with no shirt on underneath and itâ€™s smokinâ€™ a tiny little rat size cigarette or two, donâ€™t be tryinâ€™ to kill it now, cause thatâ€™s just Olâ€™ John Cougar in rat form on some kind of quest yâ€™all donâ€™t need to know about.
Dear John Cougar:
Iâ€™ve been with my girlfriend for about a year. Weâ€™re very happy together, and Iâ€™m planning to ask her to marry me. The only problem is that her parents donâ€™t approve of me, and have threatened to break off contact with her if she keeps dating me. I donâ€™t want her to have to choose. What should I do?
â€“David L., Chicago
Parents not approvinâ€™ none of the tender love between a young-man-type fella and his lady? Shoot, thatâ€™s what â€œJack and Dianeâ€ is all about. And â€œHurts So Good,â€ cause hey, sometimes love donâ€™t feel like it should and it hurts so bad is what is does. Anyway, some time ago, olâ€™ John Cougar canâ€™t remember so good if it was 1975 or 435 or in that olâ€™ period before what we tracked time, but I was courtin’ a pretty young thing, but she was a dang olâ€™ mortal while olâ€™ John Cougar is of course an immortal shapeshifting beinâ€™ of inscrutable origin and purpose. Well, her parents, fearinâ€™ that I was the devil hisself, wouldnâ€™t let us be together and my heart done broke and her heart done broke and I canâ€™t believe sheâ€™d been dead now for 40 or sixteen hunnerd or sisty-five thousand years.
What olâ€™ John Cougar is tryinâ€™ to say is that love ainâ€™t bad and life is too short â€” yours, hers, or boths, to not enjoy getting all up on each other in the backseat of a car or whatnot like in â€œJack and Diane.â€ So you get with her, and you tell her folks whatâ€™s what, and that you love her and that you gonâ€™ treat her right, and then you just make sure you do treat her right.
Ifâ€™n you want ol John Cougar to help out, I can turn myself into a animal what is the symbol of love, like an owl, and do somethinâ€™ to change their minds, like fly into their bedroom at night and make the radio play the most romancingest song of all time, â€œI Need a Lover.â€ Them iron concrete walls of their hearts gonna be crumblinâ€™ down, I tell you what. Ifâ€™n you want me to help in this here fashion, leave a carton of smokes by The Old Tree and olâ€™ John Cougar will take it from there.
Dear John Cougar:
Youâ€™ve got to help me, Cougarus Rex Immortalem! I mean, â€œJohn Cougar.â€ I have houseguests that just wonâ€™t leave! How do I politely ask them to move along without offending them, because at this rate, theyâ€™re going to be here until Bellum Terminus!
â€“Robert S., somewhere in the Michigan Mists
Ah hell, I know thatâ€™s you, Bob Seger. Throwinâ€™ around them Latin words and such, and tryinâ€™ to threaten olâ€™ John Cougar. You ainâ€™t never gonna defeat me, let alone find me. Not you nor your silver bullet bandolier! I ainâ€™t no monster, and you donâ€™t need to be no monster hunter. Stick to singinâ€™ them songs about drive-in movie thee-ate-urs and let olâ€™ John Cougar be hisself, lest you find your next night move is one into the dark abyss of oblivion.
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