It’s CALLED BIG TOE ANAL LEAKAGE and it is a legit medical condition!!!

RACCOON MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S IN THE FRAKKIN’ SHIP!!!

It is the muppet— er Klingon way.

You will never convince me that we cannot send messages and feelings back to ourselves through time.

You don’t need to fucking drive around the sun and go save some whales.

Your mind.

It’s in your mind.

That’s RIGHT!

FUCK THEM AND THE UNCLES THEY FUCKED

I just gotta say I would’ve been a great Terran DJ

FVIKING DOSCOUNT PAM

WHY IS THERE A TIRE HALF-BURIED BEHIND THE SHITTER?

DO NOT EVER STOP.

B’Etor does NOT like it when the cards don’t fall her way in Terran crib.

So, who’s getting doped out or doped up or fooded out today?

Well *I* say that McGillvalleri Law is gonna fight for WHAT MATTERS!

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TACOS!!!!!

The science checks out!!

Oh — that is ON. THE. MONEY.

Okay OKAY — I will start:

Poet.

Nubile.

Pickles.

Friday night intestinal reflections.

Describe me in three words or less.

ghoS!

Yeah, that guy would bang the paint off a barn and then take down the neighbour’s scarecrow too.

Fek’lhrin’ legend.

Just another Friday at the office!

Just to close the loop on the whole building an android thing from earlier this morning, this is pretty much a good representation of how it ended.

Except there’s less blood in this video.

Spectum what now?

Yessss.

That … that is exactly what is happen in those weekend.

I am definitely NOT building an android named Fanna White.

You cannot kiss the sweet Oblivion Dragon.

Not this morning anyway.

Important things to do.

That box of old fan parts isn’t going to sort and alphabrethalyze itself.

Someone say something about TIDDIES?

I told you, I only keep my very personal collection of antique compact dicks in there.

They are VERY sensitive to even the lightest of cleaning!!

They’re libel to get worked up and explode everywhere and Cuz told me, “Nu’Daq — NO MORE SEXPLOSIONS in the pantry in my garage!!”

Terrible birthday.

Is Thursday night on Terra licking’ crunk night or snorkellin’ crack night?

The best part is that pork ‘n beans is just a code name.

That and my collection of autographed rootabagels.

They also called me ROOT MAN!