Category: Season 4


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Oh, dear ugly.


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Lady, people aren’t chocolates. D’you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling. But I don’t find them half as annoying as I find naive bobble-headed optimists who walk around vomiting sunshine.


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Are you kidding me? Barbie going toe-to-toe with Big Bob in a battle of the annoyings? Well, happy birthday to me!


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Lemme see, uhh…. Low-carb diets. Michael Moore. The Republican National Convention. Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products. Hi-def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, ‘The O.C.’, the U.N., recycling, getting Punk’d, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys. Jeff, that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much! The Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show host! Everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything everything everything everything everything everything–eve–everything that exists — past, present and future, in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions. Oh! And Hugh Jackman.


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Hey, Peggy? Yes, I noticed the turtleneck choice in August, and can only assume it’s got something to do with that grapefruit you store in your trachea. Let me put your mind at ease: You’ve killed before.


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I’m on a scavenger hunt, and I need to find a black-haired, soulless bottom-feeder. Oh, hi Neena.


Filed under: Season 4 — @ 12:00 am

All right, Jack, listen to me. Ron’s in the bathroom diapering his kid. When he gets out, it’s playtime. And, son, lately your coloring’s been sloppy and your Elmo song — well, unfortunately, it’s lacked heart. Now you and I, we both know that your super-secret go-to toy are your building blocks. Well, it’s time to shine, Jackie Cox. It is time to shine. Earn daddy’s love on three. One, two, three — earn daddy’s love!


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Pssst! Barbie! Listen carefully, because the policy remains unchanged: Unless someone is dying – and puh-lease note ‘dying’ not ‘dead’ – I’m not interested.


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

Great. Great, great, great, great. I took all his patients, and I threatened every single one of his residents under the penalty of death not to page him.


Filed under: Season 4 — DRK @ 12:00 am

maybe we could just fill a syringe with false promises and inject him with that.

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