ho hum

dip shit you are not turning into the joker. you are barely even turning into the penguin or th e ice guy

I just think it must be really difficult to care for the tertial feathers where your wings meet your back, so I'm offering my help with preening. That's why I'm wearing the gloves, to not intermingle the oils. Stop walking backward. Surely this is better than the alternative? It seems like it'd feel really uncomfortable to have to reach your hands around back there. Oh, what do I get out of it? Just the satisfaction of a job well done. And maybe also listening to all the little noises you make.

one final cadaveric spasm for the idiot pigiron husk that was prototype "pjackk" jack

pjackk really is like jesus man, gone again after rising for a beautiful moment... starting pjackk catholicism where you going to pjackk mass and having the pjackk eucharist (computer chip for wafer and golden chalices of mustard gravy)

I still think gregory berrycone is funny