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I’ll keep today’s post simple and down-to-earth since we’ve had a tough week here in 1994.

Gargamel Winslow here.

Surprise! It’s me, ol’ Gargamel—the comedian from the near future. Not like I need to tell you, but I specialize in jokes about slightly futuristic events, like the premiere of Dunston Checks In (1996). But here’s the kicker: I’m about to time-hop back to 2002 because Provocative Perspectives is getting canceled. Sorry, folks—future knowledge and all.

Oh, and this website? It’s satire, apparently. Some would even say I’m not real!

If we haven’t met, check out my standup on the latest Provocative Perspectives episode, streaming on this channel. But seriously, stop freeloading. I see you Hulk Hogan YouTube addicts—aka “tuberats”—squatting in this Meta-Tesla Event Center. Fun fact: 70% of you didn’t buy tickets. You just live here.

Man, it smells like tuberats in here.

For those at home: tuberats are just fiends who worship Hulk Hogan’s “korpse.” Looks cooler with a K, right? Y’all are gonna love that Mortal Kombat stuff. Wait, is that out yet? 1994, man. I’m spent. This planet sucks. If Dinner Queen didn’t serve that raspberry skyscraper, I’d be dangling like Brooks in Shawshank Redemption. Oh, wait… that’s not a movie yet. Yikes. Definitely not my night, folks.

Anyway, this is a humor post set in a decayed alternate past. And while I could reveal the future, I won’t. Well, except for Dunston Checks In.

Speaking of “checking in,” are you all set? Let’s dive into the meat and potatoes of this bit before I head back to 2001 and—uh—use my fleshlight. Wormholes tend to melt them. Ironic, right? Wormholes, flesh… Never mind.

Here’s an image:

“wHOA, HOT TAKEI” “King Jeremy the Wicked was written by The Pearl Jam Band, My Man.”) Using AI and my Talkboy, I snagged an image from 2011. PeacockTV is unveiling its FULL member tonight—something about Garth Brooks and a prison riot over public egg hatcheries for country studs. So grab the fogfinger gloves I stashed under your seats and stream it under the moonlight by the riverbed.

(Audience checks under their seats. Gargamel farts into the mic.)

You gullible ding dongs. There are no fog gloves, and peacocks don’t air TV. Not until Lorne Michaels splits into two beings in 2009. Weird stuff—he splits vertically. SNL’s still a thing, though. That stands for Saturday Night Live.

PeacockTV, by the way, rules. It’s a gamechanger with new AI Frasier NPC scenarios that mimic real-world muggings. 🎊🏓

Final Thoughts

Wow, so this was a particularly digestible blawg post. No need to wrap up further. You’ll watch my show, Dunston Checks In is coming, and Lorne Michaels splits into two beings in 2009.

“PROBING HULK, SUNDAYS ON PRECOCK”

RIP David Lynch, Here is Gargamel with Fake News - Sun Jan 19, 1995

I’ll keep today’s post simple and down-to-earth since we’ve had a tough week here in 1994.

Gargamel Winslow here.

Man, it smells like tuberats in here.

Here’s an image:

Final Thoughts

Sponsored by Brown Lobster and The Probing Hulk Ride at Crystal’s Magic Cottage in Denton.

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RIP David Lynch, Here is Gargamel with Fake News - Sun Jan 19, 1995

I’ll keep today’s post simple and down-to-earth since we’ve had a tough week here in 1994.

Gargamel Winslow here.

Man, it smells like tuberats in here.

Here’s an image:

Final Thoughts

Sponsored by Brown Lobster and The Probing Hulk Ride at Crystal’s Magic Cottage in Denton.

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