Tot Madman & Baffle Neck: together again ?

…in this institution ?

Gorillactaticus demands tribute…

Pre-Toilet Song & Dance ?

It is the prudent foundation of firm baseline denial defense against any arson charges.

Fort Ass-Patchi, The Bronx

Imagination's contagion:
Welcome to Murderworlders.
Worlds of Kill in vast Dimensions of Die; taste a threat on every breeze…

"No time for the old in-n-out, love, I've just come to read the meter…"

It isn't heartstrings this fellow's been tugging…

Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay?
Why don't you ask him if he's going away?
Why don't you tell me what's going on?
Why don't you tell me who's on the phone?
Why don't you ask him what's going on?
Why don't you ask him who's the latest on his throne?
Don't say that you love me!
Just tell me that you want me!
Tusk!…

Remember Den Glanzig?

Baffle Neck is Batman-man in Stroke to the Death.

Lennon is alive; he slammed that van into King.

Ditto.
Wrapped up like a douche, another boner in the night…

…joke was on him though.

…and the charm, where is the charm?

…contact his support staff.
Ride with Carlos Danger and join this exciting Ass Roots campaign, the quivering unzipping at the front lines edging.
Join the Penis Patriots today.
This turgid future throbs and pulsates…


…does not seem worthy to carry the mantle of Dr. Johnny Fever.

Exactly.
You can't thong, if you can't think.

Gassing up the Shit-mobile at Phillips 66 and snorting a few rails of crank off the dashboard using one of them fat straws from the Dairy Queen…