Teebs has LEGS now?!
My word has been flip-turned upside-down.

The point of all this is to say please be more careful with your comedy in the future. I've been meaning to write this letter for quite some time, and I prey that my chronic procrastination hasn't allowed any more harm to be done.
Thinking of you an average of ten times a week,
your fan,
Big Chunks

Since then, without fail, every time I go to ..burp the worm, Disgustipated starts playing in my head. It's so (relatively) slow and angry, and I feel obligated to try and finish in time with the shotgun blasts (obviously). What should be a minute or two of relief turns into a confusing rhythm game.

In that moment Tool's "Disgustipated" sprung into my head. Specifically the part where it goes "This is necessary. This is necessary. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on liiiiife!". I remember feeling compelled to shout this at you, but alas I held my tongue and laughed along with the crowd.

There's one thing I remember quite clearly, however, and it has haunted me. I can't recall the entire bit... it was something about the type of music one would make love to maybe?... and it ended with something along the lines of 'nobody jacks off to Tool [the band]'.

...or, more accurately, like Two-Face, except the split would be horizontal.