"Catfish" Joe's Changing World-Wide-Weirdness

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-Tom Waits


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Totally Random Crimson Fact Number Four-Hundred:
He was on the track team in high school, for one and a half seasons until benched for an injury.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Might I suggest visiting my friend, Ian Heavens Memorial now.

Want more spew? Ready to help decide next TV season? Sit down and review the crimefighter plotlines.

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

The latest from ColecoCorp!
 Funky Platypus's Blood for the Council of Slaughter League! 
Mrs. Garbage Collector says "Call my 900 number and remember: Math is Hard". 

Cheers,
joe