TheClownCarTragedy

Love her, leave her liver leather on the Louvre's last loser's feather.

Slice off a chunk of Uncle Jemima's stiff birch syrup. Goes great with poison!

Chintilt.com. Yeah, I see you. Yeah, I know you. Yeah, I don't want to stop and say hi. Chintilt.com. It's how cool people greet!

The scattered patter of clattering hatters doesn't matter if you rather batter for shoes.

Saved your life. I know what you mean. And I know they probably get that all the time, so I hesitate to message Scott (Paul, Lauren, Jason, Andy, Mary, and little Janet, etc.) about how their joy and spontaneity have consistently given me reason to keep going. And I'm also not really big into the community aspect of the internet, Reddit and all that. But only recently have I begun trying to get involved, and even then, only in this tiny way, and to see someone like you making a simple comment like this is part of what strength and support I get from this doofy little podcast. More power to you, whoever and wherever you are.

I love you all! Now please stop sending me messages about your depression!

I don't know you, but you all know me, so suck on that, crap-sackles.

Well, we'll welcome with well-wishes all well-comers to the witness of comedy well-being wills.

Someone help! I'm being held captive in an obscure podcast catchphrase!

Life is like a box of bees. Don't open it!

Stop it. Pop it. Fingerlock it. That's how the Chinese do it, anyway.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, but saying hello just plain sucks.

A broken clock is still right twice a day, unless you really smashed that sucker good.

Nevertheless, always the more, as long as you act like a gluttonous whore.

You say you're an artist, but you only draw a blank.

Glue sticks are tasty tubes of ticky-tacky.

Simon Cowl is one bad habit.

Star Light, Star Bright, first star I see tonight is...Fabio!

It's time once again to put the "wheeeeee!" in "ennui."

Where every episode is the first episode of the rest of the show!

I was fired from the supermarket for turning Trix in the cereal aisle.

Christopher Walken. Called he. Wants. His cadence back.

You lost me at "hasta la vista," but won me back with "baby"

Red Vines or Twizzlers: they don't make either long enough for a noose

Taking my Toyota to the moon? Talk about an external hardrive.008ug2s-fo555sfx.cau