
The Phocus on the Phamily Pholks get a little Phuck happy.

Press the panic-attack button. Bristol’s Baby Trip, evolution-fuck yeah, U2 streams their new mediocrity for your bandwidth wasting displeasure, and Ray Comfort totes at his own self-constructed windmills–and loses, appears merely as desperate theistard.

‘OT VEGAN!
All the news that shit to print and broadcast. Sheepletainment. Alternatively, one can wake up. And then wipe away the sleepdust from the eyes.
Did you know that today is Fornication Appreciation Day? Well now you do. This band is going places!
Aliens go down my mouth, Karl Rove, the flattering tongue, having a good eternity, and please write to me. And more. And less.
Ceteris paribus, and no hanky panky, all will be well at the end of the day. This day, that is. Hell, maybe sooner.


Man, I am still weirded-out by that Law and Order episode. Yeah, this is non-sequitur, but that’s my prerogative. I resume the right to divigate. Hey, if you’ve got some time, and you have some level of proficiency with language, go to FREERICE.COM and help feed the world, twenty grains of rice at a time. Warning: feeding the world is addictive….
Give free rice to hungry people by playing a simple word game.

Makes y’all just a bit nostalgic, don’t it? At least he could, for the most part, put complete sentences together with a minimum of uhs and ums and other stuttering and stammering insipid rhetoric that we’re so unfortunately accustomed to….

I know: worst photoshop job EVER.

The few intrepid souls who RSS feed this site will love this post. I’m only going to post one clip via Podpress, and the rest of them as regular “old school” hyperlinks. These clips run the gamut or gamete from invective goofing to goofing invectively with a touch of introspective gallivanting here and there and there and here.
You are a primitive
You are screwed
Occult Authority
Criminal Vengeance
Ewe can be sure
Career Over
Clear Eyes
American Glory Hole
In the Mouth
Enjoy thy Friday. May you be blessed with a day of unremitting slack. PRABOB.

And the universality of porn in our sight and support those agendas.

ah yes. and Bob gives thanks and encourages bibulosity and general debauchery. And Jack Webb is looking for Tom Petty to tell him he doesn’t have to live like a refugee. And the latest “free” release by Nine Inch Nails? Worth every penny. Talk about a waste of Adrian Belew’s considerable talent. Oh well, the packaging is real pretty and stuff….

tree hugger, queer or assassin for hire? which is the more honorable? which would you rather be? or maybe a condescending yet brainless membotic televangelist? who do you want to be today?