Head Wreck talks to the shrink. PLease come CAPTION!!!!

Head Wreck, who once almost had a thought, is saying: "Doc, I know it wasn't a dream. . . . I lay there at the lowest point of my life, bottles all over the floor, my wife and kids gone, the house going into foreclosure, and the dog standing over me. And as I went in and out of consciousness, Hubert (that's my dog) said, 'Glenn, you gotta pick yourself up, pull yourself together. . . . I gotta job for you, a mission. . . . I want you to give America a jalapeno high-colonic. . . . I want you to rub their noses in history and swat them with a rolled up newspaper every time they try to think on their own. . . . There's only one way, Glenn,' Hubert said, 'and it's my way.' . . . And I know it wasn't a dream, Doc, because when I finally got up, I had dog drool all over the front of my shirt."

RIP, Hubert.

:patriot:

I was playing golf, solo, and on the final green a small black cloud covered the sun . . . and for a second I wondered, 'What if I'm all wrong?' . . . but then the cloud went its way and the sun came down and I laughed out loud as the question passed. . . . So ya, Doc, I've had my doubts."

road in the middle of nowhere but he turns into a gigantic toilet with legs and a long beard and he's yelling he's come for me, that he'll devour me. . . . What do ya suppose it means, doc?"