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Episode 92 - Dick on Suppositories (Patreon)

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2018-03-06 14:38:59
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The Dick Show Album charts at #2 in Billboard comedy, Vicodin hoarding nurses, brushing my teeth with new things, youth sports parents, Male Autism, FigBat DiggerNick gets kidney stones, UPS postage reuse, Larry's Flag Day, Harmful Opinions talks Twitch ToS violations, uppity waitresses, customer service hostages, the Corporatocracy, David Hogg is a little POS, and the cuck bounty; all that and more this week on The Dick Show!

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Alex

can you link to the billboard listing? I'm not finding it and I want to show some friends

Dick Hardwood

But for real, I couldn't find it either

Mark King

You'll get nothing and like it.

Tom Fowler

Who the fuck is that Leeroy guy who phoned in from the UK?

The Gentleman Sausage

If you were talking about a stack then it is last in first out. Stock works in a queue so that's first in first out, fine. But a queue working like a queue doesn't change how a stack works. Run and tell that to the stock boy.

Ali

FigBat is hilarious. His laughter is goddamn infectious! By the way way, his name is a "Spoonerism" where corresponding letters are swapped.

Biosock

On the topic of women organizing: As someone born in 1971 in Sweden - the concept of TV remote controls came to our family somewhere in the early 80s. My mother (a woman) decided that Remote Controls weren't toys and were to be treated with the UTMOST respect as the hallowed objects of the future that they were. It should ESPECIALLY not have children play with them (not sure what she envisioned us doing beyond changing channel and, perhaps, turning up the volume until we could no longer hear the neighbor's complaining) because the very delicate innards of this miraculous device would most assuredly break whereupon there would be much woe and gnashing of teeth. As such - my mother hatched a fiendishly clever plan to keep the remote safely out of the hands of the dribbling retards she obviously perceived us as. So she hid it. Very shrewdly. In fact - she hid it so well we never found it again. We have mocked her relentlessly ever since. I think that's probably why I identify as a sock on Twitter and Gab. I blame you, mother! J'accuse!