http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/thePeartAnalysis.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/recycleBob.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/theShockingTruth.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/box30.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/pornapalooza.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/yaGottaHaveTheHeat.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/theLooseShow.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/varietyShoe.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/LegalizeMarijuana.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/mutantfemalefabulous.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/fascinatingExperiences.mp3
And you thought the Catholics were only into missionary? (actual screen capture from Google)
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/itsNotBeautiful.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack4/NotAFnDoctor.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack3/700ClubFootInMouthDisease.mp3
Godspeed, Zor and companeros.
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack3/outHuntingMastodon.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack3/thePopeMadeSatan.mp3
http://www.norelpref.com/media/slack3/moreSlackWeNeedMoreSlack.mp3

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Say it ain’t so, Joe…. Unable during eight years of insufferably insipid State of the Union Addresses by George W. Bush to even sprout one semi-hard boner, sexually frustrated Joe Wilson finally came into his own, er, pants last night during President Obama’s health care speech. He was reportedly overcome, so to speak, by the very idea of being “dressed down” by a black man, and shouted “My Lai!” or “Oh my!” (reports are conflicting) as he made several jerking gestures in his seat, leading to purportedly soggy trousers.
Pundits prognosticate there will be domino effect-like, proliferation of collective reach-arounds throughout the media sphere and the so-called “yak shows” over the next few days.

Both of these mental defective media whore turds have books out right now. Both stinking tomes are equally vapid and shrill and paranoid. And are Just perfect for the scalpel of norelpref.

Old Beelzebub be catching them Z’s. With no help from Ambien, or St. John’s Wort, or the ever pungent, fecal smelling Valerian Root. The repetitive shenanigans of the mildly mendacious membots of terra firma move him not. With the only real sin being that of stupidity, Old Nick rests assured, since the world is awash in it.
Make another “Omen” remake. He loves that. Or how about another sermon on the “prince of darkness,” or where ye spout, “satan is the god of this present world!” Shit. Or better still, another Dan Brown novel on the dubiousness of catholic history, a real spiritual, poppy potboiler that Ron Howard can make into yet another mediocre movie.
To paraphrase Malcolm X, or, rather, to mangle his words, “What did Satan do, oh mere Christians and Muslims and Festivus Devotees, what did he do, to make you as stupid as you are right now?”
One of the worst of the clownish membots out there is Brannon House. Now this sorry, absurd dickweed is a very sick man. If he were to go into any mental hospital and begin ranting like he does on his laughable radio show, he’d be summarily committed to the asylum. Right now there are schizophrenics locked up who have a better shtick than he does. Perhaps they need their own radio show. Why not? Along with anti-psychotic meds, it could be therapeutic.
And here lies the raison d’etre for Mr. House’s constant railing against psychology: his deep fear of being locked up, straight-jacketed, loony binned. Sadly, Mr. House seems to have a loony, mouthbreather following. To quote Ozzy Osbourne, “People think he’s crazy, but he’s in demand.” Yep. Well MJ was crazy as an outhouse rat too. But that, for another time, or not.


Go fishing. Go fish. Have fun. Take a long walk off of a short pier.


The clips have been piling up here at norelpref central and I’ve been too otherwise occupied or simply too lazy to post them. So rather than insert a plenitude of browser crashing podpress instances, I’m just going to place URLs to the offending files here.
It’s incredible
Develop a Daily Habit
Waiting for you
Severe cranial damage
Bondage so hard
No truth to that
Spermon #62609
More boogie men
The usual for Bob
The Crystal Ball
In a Threesome
Clear the air
Lookin’ for nothing
It’s the truth, is it not?
Dog did it
They literally could not believe
God Donut
Radical Islam



The faithful are utterly nonplussed, flabbergasted, but begin immediately rationalizing for “Him” after the initial consternation. They say, like David, who slept around and had giant issues, God has a hard-on for homicide, genocide, and particularly loves infanticide. Rachel, weeping for her children? A whiner. A whiner!!!! But Yahweh don’t and never did call it “abortion,” no, he prefers the term “sport.”



Pat is concerned. He wants to know, in earnest, whether his sexual proclivities for mallards is covered by the law. In a word, no. No, Pat. You’ll have to be content with the rubber variety of Anas Platyrhynchos. Suffering succotash…


That picture speaks volumes. And volumes.