The Many Musical Likes of Innerreach.

[WORTHAUGERa]

What’s for fucking breakfast?

. A whole fucking murder.

It will need more salt.

[Innerreach]

[Innerreach]

Wow, tired of that? What’s that even like? Here, have a cookie: I stole it from The Oracle’s kitchen after I raped her. I killed her cat too. Neo couldn’t stop me there either, he’s turned into a real fucked-off got-damn Milquetoast after ever since he let Trinity start to routinely peg him as part of their foreplay.

Oh, shit: sorry, spoilers. Hopefully you’ll still be able to enjoy the flick—that is, if any of you worthless reprobates do anything all day with your time besides sit around jerking off to soft core porn of Bea Arthur on YouTube. Try leaving the house once in a while. Have any of you ever even been to apartments.com? I recommend subscribing.

Speaking of “Bea,” I think I met one of her doppelgängers on Streamyard today. What a rude, vicious   bitch. COVID-19 always takes the wrong people, I swear.

My hand to God.

You are one terrific piece of shit, Jacko.

When I'm done with you, you'll be begging the world for an artistic grasp for the otherly that your fiction usually delivers.

Then, I'll just mock you, bro. Like I am now. Friend, Pall, Buddy... Allison says, shut-up IR.. I say, RAWR!

Faith says, do what you were born to DO!

#Your Hotdogs taste like SHIT!

#Your BBQs are gay!

[Innerreach]

. A whole fucking murder.

It will need more salt.

Bwaha ha ha!

I'm gonna love this shit later.

Kudos, kido.

[Laser]

Oh, shit: sorry, spoilers. Hopefully you’ll still be able to enjoy the flick—that is, if any of you worthless reprobates do anything all day with your time besides sit around jerking off to soft core porn of Bea Arthur on YouTube. Try leaving the house once in a while. Have any of you ever even been to apartments.com? I recommend subscribing.

Speaking of “Bea,” I think I met one of her doppelgängers on Streamyard today. What a rude, vicious   bitch. COVID-19 always takes the wrong people, I swear.

My hand to God.

Nothing against Bea Arthur, but ...

Merv Griffin, well known consigliere for the Lavender Mafia, always had wonderful women on.

Charo, Pamela Mason, Gina Lollobrigida, Lainie Kazan, among others, and his consort Eva Gabor.

We don't always sit around watching soft popped corn on YouTube, but when we do, it should be endurable.

[WORTHAUGERa]

#Your Hotdogs taste like SHIT!

#Your BBQs are gay!

They’re only that way when I’m there. The Company only brings out the good stuff when they’re sure I can’t (or won’t—FU OINKERS) crash; I don’t think it’s policy, it seems more like survivors’ guilt.

You are one terrific piece of shit, Jacko.

When I'm done with you,

Pffft. Let’s see you finish an Antabuse prescription first, then you can get in line for a shot at the title. You should start bulking up now, don’t bother waiting until you’re fully grown. Like, really, obviously they have dropped… they just didn’t have all that far to go.

[WORTHAUGERa]

I'm gonna love this shit later.

Kudos

I love it already, and surely so do you, but just ask yourself… later, will you even remember? Do you remember that I said that I remember that there was alcohol in my trunk? I forgot all about it until just now, it’s still sitting there. Untouched. Unnecessary. Undrank.

Wait, is it, “undranken”? I would bet the farm against the fence, you don’t know… and not for the usual reason.

[Innerreach]

They’re only that way when I’m there. The Company only brings out the good stuff when they’re sure I can’t (or won’t—FU OINKERS) crash; I don’t think it’s policy, it seems more like survivors’ guilt.


Pffft. Let’s see you finish an Antabuse prescription first, then you can get in line for a shot at the title. You should start bulking up now, don’t bother waiting until you’re fully grown. Like, really, obviously they have dropped… they just didn’t have all that far to go.

No need for the so-called personal attacks on my character, Jacko.

Why are you always such the little shit!?

Sniff, sniff.. I smell Inner Doubt, bitch! I'm not half as clever as you, that's true. However, you don't know shit about much of fucken anything, and the stage I set slow creeps a death you couldn't possibly perturb or relate to. Keepon smackem them jaws though, boy.

#Weak

[WORTHAUGERa]

Nothing against Bea Arthur, but ...

Oh, I’d have something against Bea Arthur all right, back in her day she was quite the dish. Just look at her: obviously she can play chess. Possibly the second hottest grandma ever after Helen Mirren and may be first on my list to tap (heh heh) for the position of Head Matron of Harem, except for two things: number one, Grapefruit would kill me again. At this point, imagine the extensive headache for forensics, those poor bastards. And number two, I’m only attracted to snooty, busybody, shrewish women who think they know it all about everything everyone else has already heard of, when they’re at most middle-aged. After about 49 1/2, they become completely intolerable, suitable only for framing and wrapping fish.

We don't always sit around watching soft popped corn on YouTube, but when we do, it should be endurable.

So should your name dropping. Jesus weeping Christ, talk about past the expiration date. That stork that brought you to the cabbage patch… was it an actual pterodactyl, or a dodo bird, or some other long-extinct flying creature? Perhaps a passenger pigeon? One word, just one word: cobwebs.

Wait, I’ve just had a keen insight: are you an actual mummy? Asking for a friend who’s hobby is counting the rings of petrified tree trunks.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Why are you always such the little shit!?

I learned from Mohammed Ali.

#Weak

Technically, as a lifelong pacifist and as a student of Sun Tzu, I only ever really need one hit point; any more than that would be simply unsporting.

[Innerreach]

Oh, I’d have something against Bea Arthur all right, back in her day she was quite the dish. Just look at her: obviously she can play chess. Possibly the second hottest grandma ever after Helen Mirren and may be first on my list to tap (heh heh) for the position of Head Matron of Harem, except for two things: number one, Grapefruit would kill me again. At this point, imagine the extensive headache for forensics, those poor bastards. And number two, I’m only attracted to snooty, busybody, shrewish women who think they know it all about everything everyone else has already heard of, when they’re at most middle-aged. After about 49 1/2, they become completely intolerable, suitable only for framing and wrapping fish.

So should your name dropping. Jesus weeping Christ, talk about past the expiration date. That stork that brought you to the cabbage patch… was it an actual pterodactyl, or a dodo bird, or some other long-extinct flying creature? Perhaps a passenger pigeon? One word, just one word: cobwebs.

Wait, I’ve just had a keen insight: are you an actual mummy? Asking for a friend who’s hobby is counting the rings of petrified tree trunks.

Remember when Batman told Superman that “Only men are brave”?

Dude, you're weak-minded as fuck!

Well, that and I would easily kick your ass IRL! 🖕

🥱 Fuckoff, kid!

[WORTHAUGERa]

Remember when Batman told Superman that “Only men are brave”?

Dude, no. I don’t read what’s printed on the side of the sippy cups, I just hand them out.

[Laser]

So should your name dropping. Jesus weeping Christ, talk about past the expiration date. That stork that brought you to the cabbage patch… was it an actual pterodactyl, or a dodo bird, or some other long-extinct flying creature? Perhaps a passenger pigeon? One word, just one word: cobwebs.

Wait, I’ve just had a keen insight: are you an actual mummy? Asking for a friend who’s hobby is counting the rings of petrified tree trunks.

All right, you got me, pinned to the wall like one of Nabokov's prized specimens.

[Innerreach]

[WORTHAUGERa]

All right, you got me, pinned to the wall like one of Nabokov's prized specimens.

Totally, royally spicy.