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forum broke my big story. alert: cody in the wires.

engineer cody is trying to stop my store from being published by attacking me in the wires.

is your yoke mistaking polysemy for homonymy? heh, just kidding, this is just a taste of my razor sharp wit. hope you like it.

good oedekerk-references by hayes, and was surprised that the room let him down. great kung pow scene where a henchman gets his entire belly punched out like a plug, then later comes back with it attached on a long chain, swinging it around as a weapon.

jeb: "... just get in line. hehehe." pete: "hehehe... i will not." pete is so hard he's denying jebs meek inch even in idiomatics.

activate. siri, activate. it doesn't work for me, i think something went wrong in the wires.

oh-o-o-o-o that i never had been bor-r-r-r-n!

THAT is both interesting and impressive. wigfield vs emmy and novak vs spiderman script is great, also ozeri vs freud (the "oh yeah mom!"-incident), sinbad vs franklin, gabrus vs hens... and so many more. the highlights are so dense they escape striation, and attempting to list them, or even dividing the project into a fixed unit of time seems slightly perverse: the artistic genius in "the dream of the fisherman's wife" of hokusai can not be captured when divided into square centimetres... even less so when divided it into square millimetres. a square centimetre can accommodate a recognizable slice of octopus tentacle or a patch of unstyled muff, but a square millimetre? not so much. and only considered in full can this dramatic depiction of animal love be appreciated: are you experiencing that the project is akin to a comedy-fractal that evolves as you zoom in on it with repeated listens or that it is converging ever clearer on some solid geometric "haha" as you complete yet another orbit?

dear john, i feel your pain. yours regardless, the nervous system.

"hey son, quit jazzing off in the backseat. who do you think you are back there? jack and rose?" "oh no, daddy, watch the road! iceberg!"

i'll have my cake and eat it too, i'll bake it back while i chew.

harris toasts the death cults rational disregard for the well-being of a freshly formed fetus, before he serves his soup du jour to david. in it they find a common ground: we must protect of the clitorises of our daughters at all costs, especially those costs that can be paid for with liberal values! because it's the liberals fault, with its, his or hers consciously seeded political correctness-memes, that the bible-thumping maniac now has all the answers when it comes to national security questions. the conservative will gladly pay lip service to the liberal whimper: 'but for the wrong reasons', as long as the liberal eases up on hers, his or its principles, and aligns himself, itself or herself with the needs and wants of empire. imperialism in the middle-east, fascism at home, both justified by the terrifying shadow of monolithic islam, the evillest of all equally evil religions. harris becomes a reductive tool of empire, used to coerce the liberal who is easily bent, because when it comes to times like iraq, there's noone more red, white and blue. i enjoyed this episode in general, and the concatenation of the section on abortion with the commercial for universal yams in particular.

i have a soft spot for the hellen keller 'interview' which mike hard demanded be conducted at gun point as a safety measure, where he alternated between (unsuccessfully) reciting bible verses from memory trying to expel her socialism, and whittling woodrow wilsons wiener.

thanks for explaining the 6.9 joke henry, i didn't catch it until it was explained, and when i did i almost laughed my tits off. tonight the barn cat pooped on my favourite sneaker, and i needed the confidence boots today for the dentist... what am i gonna do meow? wear them anyway, but be upfront about the smell or reschedule? if this is some sort of karma / what goes in must come out - situation, i wanna say for the record that, yeah, alison really did cut hayes down to size back there, but hayes was very generous in the way he went along with it. even the slight snide in seans amazement didn't faze him.

the way she gelled was impressive and instantly made me like her, but it was the way she straight up baggled hayes that won my room over.

hey Ashole, two things. thing about comedy: it's amusing when one of the two breaks out of the alliance and joins an intruder in an attack against the other one. it seems unlikely to happen and comedy is all about surprise. see f.ex. how sean sided with brett (out of all people) during the home-mart incident, and where brett eventually disgraced himself in the teezer-freezer: the equalizer vs books existing. at same time it triggers an accumulation of anxiety, that comes to dominate the amusement. what if split is permanent? see f.ex eggs-scharpling courting hayes. the way the combination of eggs-scharplings voice and persona make comedy, but at same time drains will to life... demands that episodes he appears in respect a certain spacing in 4th dimension (time), to put it in space-time math if you will, allowing for time (4th dimension) to rejuvenate. this spacing was threatened. thus the great relief we feel when they join forces again, expulsing the intruder, reaffirming their alliance and commitment to the project. we need both hayes and sean, equally. thing about science: i challenge the sense it makes to ask which one is better of two persons. take the fact that einstein says how animals are connected to their parents as a 4-dimensional space-time worm starting inside their mothers womb as a you know what (and humans is animals and sex is totally natural), and ending in the earth as a you know what. combine this with fact that evolution says everyone had the same mom at some point. then adding facts together to make new fact that all humans and other animals is one huge, disgusting, web of worms that starts in out from a blob in the sea in the past. sean is hayes and hayes is sean, equally.

i'm glad someone finally put the spotlight on the tragedy of all these poor executives collapsing on their treadmills. much needed. all this talk about holesome wellness and holeness has really been a holeopener. i just need to start chilling out.

i wish i was quite a bit smaller, i wish i was a tiny comptroller. i wish i met a rabbit with a hat and a bat, that beat me flat.

well, he better watch his step then. tight rope walk. racial slurs are dime a dozen lately on earwolf. by the way, (and he stopped responding to my dms on twitter since even way before prince died) can you let wonder know i want that black googly eyed suit back? yes, it's a great joke, blind man / googly eyed suit, but those are my best pair of googly eyes and it's been years.... also tell him, the rasta braid wig came as part of the outfit and i want that back too. it didn't, but goes together so well in the picture and he might be in vulnerable place right now

i think a certain someone, and a certain someone other ma... and a someone who is not that first gu... this other ma... two certain someones who is badass has a yellow dogbone to pick with you.

brilliant.

yes, pupils rolls back in head, white skellington eyes, then total tazz out. he came pretty close and i'm sorry to say, but annaliese, would probably had her head chopped clean off by a flailing hand sitting next to him so close like that. hey adam snacks, maybe put sean next to engineers if you are going to do EHHH! WRONG!, since you got so many of those, not next to the artist... just a little tip, don't worry about it. anyway i hope MomsPyjamas or whatever (and who even cares?) learned his freaking lesson

EEH! WRONG! savage takedowns. great segment.

another good ep. high tech baseball-pants for men living life in the fast lane:

comrade! end the regime of capitalist porn, the toiling of the alienated tit. socialize the means of dairy production, unshackle the proletarian boob!