Before you ask, no, Dr. Improbable is not that kind of doctor, and will not be diagnosing your genital warts today. Seriously, put it away. The doc does more of the "mad science" brand of doctoring, though one day hopes to be that "time and space traveling" kind of doctor. In the meantime, Doc passes time cloning things, memorizing acronyms, and using large magnets. When not plotting all the terrible ways to destroy the human race (particularly those found on public transportation), the doc kills time by watching television and making sarcastic commentary on it.
Don’t judge a book by its cover, even if that cover wreaked havoc upon your country and life.
Winter is Coming! Wait, which show am I recapping?
Proof that you can have too much family
Pride and Prejudice and Pegasi
If a bitch you choose to be/ A can of whoopass you’ll surely see
Here’s hoping the writers attend a workshop over the holidays.
A forty-two minute ad for a Led Zeppelin song that will make you forty-two percent dumber
In which we investigate the ethical implications of cloning and question the nature of identity
Would you like to ford the river? You have died of dysentery.
He has the conch! HE HAS THE CONCH!
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