While I Might Trust the Doctor to Remove a Splinter or Lance a Boil, I Do Not Believe He Has the Knowledge to Restore a Brain

This guy sums up the present crystalline structure of his sociopathy. It doesn't help that this is his sister-in-law:





Truly, in the Mt Rushmore of inside baseball jokes because it's true. Found it when looking for something else (if anyone can find and send me Joel, Crow, and Servo arguing whether you can say dickweed on TV, I'd appreciate it muchly - and h/t you too), was going to save that, but fuck it, somebody turned off the internet yesterday and forgot to turn it back on today, plus I could use a heh.