Every single one a different re-edit of the original breakbeat.

Bespoke point-of-contact Assembly.

Magic Fingers.

Drum lesson.

Portnoy’s probably got some free time on his hands.

They all eat at The Big Biscuit.

Get some vuvuzuela going as well.

Or swing the opposite way. Some sort of super talented prog-rock drummer.

For a decrease in MJT.

Ah yes… we should send the Ukrainians… to the Ukraine!

We’ll save a fortune on transportation costs!

Purple ‘Q’ button, Orange ‘R’ button, Magenta ‘S’ button, and the Black ‘Horseshoe’ button.

To the dude they just sent to investigate: “Is it still lethal down there?”

…

“Dude…?”

You may have spotted Gowron, but did you catch Thulsa Doom?

Hailstones.

“Unholy meat obelisk” has been stuck in the funnybone section of my brain for years.

Using a condom would ruin the pun, and having a balloon filled with oxygen is just dangerous.

My nextdoor neighbor was in her class at the time. His thousand-yard stare when he got home that day was quite haunting.

It’s June, so the democrat cop should have a pride pin.

Yes… very apt comparison.

Cloth AI will love and comfort us until the end of our days.

Which will be soon, because only Wire Computer provides us with actual sustenance.

And again I am banned.

Democrats in Congress: