Cypress Hill + The Beatles + Joan Jett + Rage Against the Machine =
Einstein’s Definition of Insanity, Personified.
If any of you can see into Moderation Purgatory, please speak up. Someone’s in there shouting at the walls in the clearly deranged belief that someone other than me notices.
The door’s locked, my good man, and YOU have the key. All you have to do is use it.
Apparently the goal is to spend his remaining days on this Earth calling a fictional character a butthole.
That sounds completely sane, yeah.
Doesn’t sound like fun.
But mocking the hell out of it? BIG. BIG. FUN.
And really – AGAIN with “the butt stuff?” Does the disease wipe out ALL original thought, too, or is it just that, like all demons, he only knows a few simple tricks?
Comments open for third options…
It’s hidden in Moderation Purgatory, but trust me…
Pretend smart people pretend to be smart.