Joel spent Three-Days-After-Earth-Day reminding people to eat all of their dick, so as not to waste.
He placed a two-page spread ad in Los Angeles Confidential Magazine (the April issue with Courteney Cox on the cover looking like a lion) extolling the virtues of eating dick versus burning coal. He even got an a cherry picker crane and pointed at a rising chart like Al Gore did in that buddy cop movie.
"Burning coal is polluting the air faster than cancer, Mallobars and tin combined," Joel muttered incoherently, "My very eager mother just served us nine pickles."
When reminded that Pluto was no longer considered a planet, Joel replied, "My very eager mother just served us nilla wafers."
When told that there was no planet that started with the letter W, Joel took his pants off and showed the googly eyes he had glued to his testicles.
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Alexander Duckworth?
Maybe.
Is he in Chicago?
Who wants to know? JESUS.
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