Henry "Norm O'Cephalic" Atkins

A comedy writer on the spectrum!?

Mr. Chemtrails looks like a trainee de-aged Fred Schneider.

A central part?

Yes.

This is going to be a walkover. Seattle's winning by 30. I broke my ankle so this must necessarily follow.

lol play Ornette Coleman over literally anything even AC/DC it's rewarding.

This bored Ukranian woman speaks for us all when presented with a show. Still, it's awesome. Ev is a legit monster.

Billionaires the saddest, easy marks for exploitation, Just the laziest thinkers sniffing their own farts.

AI enables the laziest cunts you can imagine.

Oh damn Talking Heads were that hip? Sign me up soones!

Revisiting Laibch for now. Nothing to with my broken ankle. I just like mocking gaywads.

YouTube video by bucciflash Chopin: etude op 25 no.11 "Winter Wind" - Yeol Eum Son

This woman rocks Chopin so hard that he felt it, dead for a century
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lf8r...

There are some artful commentors on Youtube. Who knew?

I've started listening to music again in my bitter downtime and I feel I should remind everyone that the bass player in Ram Jam looks like Jeffrey Tambor.

Most of us dealt with parental neglect because they WORKED.

One thing about my broken ankle: I'm getting my biggest satisfaction from trolling embarrassing bootlicker Ted Cruz, and he doesn't even have bot supporters, so it's like a pep rally for the void.

I suppose if you're into children you want that turnover as fast as possible until/unless it's YOUR abortion to pay for.

Oh yeah, let's follow up Pete B hypnotizing whichever Fox plasticine figure that was with a lesson from President Dumbfart about Fort Sumter [which I've been to and he hasn't, perhaps because they don't supply children to fuck on that particular island].

I rented "A Mighty Wind" and inadvertently returned the empty case until about three months later. I drove to the defunct chain and paid the absurd late fee, if anyone wants to canonize me.

I'm filing partly because I'm bored, but mostly I want to see how much of the bulk-priced mayo Stephen Miller smears on his dog's dick I'm responsible for this year.

If my tax brackets are impacted, what of my March Madness bracket? Where is your God now?

"I would like to exchange this for the 'keep it!'" That's not even the best joke on the album. It's the title track, of course. Nobody thought about corn like Mitch.

I could get surgery and possibly return to dronedom two to three weeks earlier, said the podiatrist whose scrip-writing is stingier than Mitch Hedberg's pizza pie chart joke. Thankfully, I live in a civilized state, with dispensaries and paid medical leave from the taxes I don't mind paying one bit.

Also, how was Catherine O'Hara only 71 when she was always here?

I broke my ankle before Penn Jillette did, but his story was better. It's always better.

Seattle and Minneapolis may as well be sister cities, by most measures. Also, thanks for the QB!

The next blurst part was that I was referred to a specialist the day after getting a walking boot, only to end up in a grotesque neon cast, but not with, you know, one of those waterproof covers, or some tear-away pants or THE VERY KNOWLEDGE THAT SUCH THINGS EVEN EXIST. Work on it, providers!

My new favorite part of breaking my ankle [the first, I meant], is that opening the shower cast protector looks like something different to each recent generation: the Sarlacc or whatever that was called, goat.se or whatever that was called, or whatever some Ben Shapiro ninny is afearin' today.

Kristi is next, followed by mayo dick. They're going by height.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Tough Guys.