starring Dr. Hal !
Who Dares Wins
December 13, 2013 10:00pm
In which Dr. Hal uses guile, stealth and overwhelming force in a hostile situation to get out of a timeshare sales pitch.
Chatroom History
December 13, 2013 10:00pm - 1:30am
nobodyouwantoknow: The Ask Dr Hal Show is the soundtrack of my life, but with no volume control.... (11:06pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Feedes The Hungry -- An Olde Irishe Tale And fa Wilferf biscop on faare feode godcunde lare Iserde, nallaes f aet an f aette fram iermSum ecre niSerunga ac swelce eac fram fasm manfullan waele hwilwendlicre forwyrde generede. Forfon f rim gearum air his cyme on fa msegSe fast fer nsenig regn on f aim stowum com and fanon se grimmesta hungor faet folc waes waicende and hie mid arleasre cwale fielde wseron. past is to tacne : secgaj menn fsette oft feowertig manna oje fiftig samod, Ja e mid y hungre gewsecte waaron, ast hie earmlice be handum namon and ealle atgaedere of saes of re ut feollon and woldon hie selfe e offiellan oe adrencean. And y selfan daege e seo Jeod Cristes geleafan onfeng and fulluhte, a astag and com smolt regn and micel and genyhtsum, and a land greowon and blostmedon and aefter com god gear and waestmberende. And swa awurpon Ja ealdan dysignesse and deofolgield onscunedon and ealra hiera heortan and Hchaman wynsumedon on jone libbendan God and one ongeaton se e so God is, and faet hie selfe wseron ge on fasm nearrum godum ge on aem uterrum mid heofonlice giefe geweligode. (11:07pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Sexes The Dinosaurs -- An Olde Irish Tale -- Forfon f rim gearum air his cyme on fa msegSe fast fer nsenig regn on f aim stowum com and fanon se grimmesta hungor faet folc waes waicende and hie mid arleasre cwale fielde wseron. past is to tacne : secgaj menn fsette oft feowertig manna oje fiftig samod, Ja e mid y hungre gewsecte waaron, ast hie earmlice be handum namon and ealle atgaedere of saes of re ut feollon and woldon hie selfe e offiellan oe adrencean. And y selfan daege e seo Jeod Cristes geleafan onfeng and fulluhte, a astag and com smolt regn and micel and genyhtsum, and a land greowon and blostmedon and aefter com god gear and waestmberende. And swa awurpon Ja ealdan dysignesse and deofolgield onscunedon and ealra hiera heortan and Hchaman wynsumedon on jone libbendan God and one ongeaton se e so God is, and faet hie selfe wseron ge on fasm nearrum godum ge on aem uterrum mid heofonlice giefe geweligode. (11:07pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: I figured out what's wrong with Ask Dr Hal -- it / he has Shaken Show Syndrome -- rattled brains that already are addle-pated ... so sad, so sad... where are The Shows of yesteryear, so clever, so smart, so funny ? (11:08pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: ye show is compote scittel. (11:08pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Robins operates under authority of the notorious Bete Noir FUCK : "Fornication Under Consent of the king" (11:09pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: It's here : it's time. We are in the heart of intrusion into humanity. A new story is being written. It is... The Show ! One year later : We still have Paris, and always shall... I tremble with anticipation... I die now... small consolation... (11:09pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: 2 six-packs later : I think I like The Show; at least it isn't so ugly any more, nor very scary. It's too dangerous to remain inexperienced, however, for Love is a very different thing here. So cry, if you must. If not, I have something special to tell you : everything is happening on a different level enow, albeit with great tenderness. At least I think so, but I don't know for sure. (11:11pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: : everything is happening on a different level enow, albeit with great tenderness. At least I think so, but I don't know for sure. How foolish of me; perhaps I should have killed you the first time we met ! (11:11pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Now it is too late to care. Do you understand ? If yes, then we can negotiate a structured settlement. What am I trying to say? Somebody help me, please ! (11:12pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Tonight's Episode : Aeon of Reckoning... Judgment is nigh ! Tears of Show shall flow unabated... Resistance is febrile... The Eulogy of Eugenics now intrudes upon the inclusion of free mutancy. It's as if the Show had deploded from outside... Now only 35 percent of The Show metabolism remains unimpaired by sub-joculant humoresque. (11:12pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Now only 35 percent of The Show metabolism remains unimpaired by sub-joculant humoresque. For example : the womb remains prepubescent, however, even while it sheds its skin ! (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: This mystery of Nature lies unrequited in its nuptation, though another relapse of remembrance would be immature, according to official criteria. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Confusing the issue even more than usual, no amount of ammorality can resolve the situation. The Show lies with its legs in the air, like a woman in need of levigation, and thoroughly condemned to eternal laughter. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: For although your happiness is our highest priority, it cannot preempt the ascendancy of those most needful things so dear to Our Darling, Dr Hal Robins. He is the final prototype before the advent of the HyperMan. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: His activation is unimportant, but his prehensile fondness of womankind is significant in itself -- and scary ( twice weekly). (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Listen carefully : you are misplaced, and invaded by the alien present. The Void awaits your expectation of emulation, yet you have no other choices than these. Verily, we have more important things to do than be fraught with one another. (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Nor can the consequences be considered apart from further absolution, for the communistic intercourse of our bodies tells another tale of sordid deism : one that can be treated, but not repaired through such temporary poignancy. Leave us now... (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: How very romantic ! Autogenic Love has prevailed at last, again! Technically, we are family, one big happy Show ! But the means has come to an end ! (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Though Dr Hal spawned this travesty, the cloning process is not complete, so there is still time to return to our former dreams of future glory ! (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: We could of been gods, but instead we are merely Subgenii ! I beg of you, Stop The Show ! Stop The Show ! Stop The Show (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Beware -- this is state-of-the-art fakery ! Over-compensation is no excuse for such post-creative exigency ! Deathbed confessions aside, justice will be serviced ! What are we do to do ? Plead justifiable insanity ? Hahahahaha ! (11:16pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: T'is naught but another bold experiment of petulent poignancy gone puerile ! The theory is sound, but insufficient for commensurate acceleration. (11:16pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: It's an option that could deservedly fail, but that is highly unlikely under the present conditions. Alas ! O mickle woe ! (11:17pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: We don't have time for this ! With current technology, we could replace The Show in mere minutes ! Act now ! Be heroic ! Die for The Show ! Okay ? Believe or else ! (11:18pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dude, Where's My Show ? Hal and K-Rob, two bumbling stoners, wake up one morning and cannot remember where they broadcast The Show, which prompts them on a journey to find it. (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Along the way, they encounter angry listeners whose minds they trashed, a trans-show stripper hounding them for a suitcase full of stolen edits, a cult of Show-seeking fans, and a group of aliens in Subgenius form looking for the DisContinuous Transfunctioner, a mystical device that could destroy the world. And then... (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: , a mystical device that could destroy the world. And then... (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Go ahead and laugh -- they are used to being mocked. The Continuous Transfunctioner, however, is not funny. It's a move-buster, the mystery of which is exceeded only by its power to screw the Universe. (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: A homo, a negro, a moslem, a crackhead, a commie and an illegal alien walk into a bar. And the bartender asks: President Obama ! What are you doing here ? (11:21pm)
Dr. Penny: Yes, happy days are here again. (12:11am)
Chatroom History
December 13, 2013 10:00pm - 1:30am
nobodyouwantoknow: The Ask Dr Hal Show is the soundtrack of my life, but with no volume control.... (11:06pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Feedes The Hungry -- An Olde Irishe Tale And fa Wilferf biscop on faare feode godcunde lare Iserde, nallaes f aet an f aette fram iermSum ecre niSerunga ac swelce eac fram fasm manfullan waele hwilwendlicre forwyrde generede. Forfon f rim gearum air his cyme on fa msegSe fast fer nsenig regn on f aim stowum com and fanon se grimmesta hungor faet folc waes waicende and hie mid arleasre cwale fielde wseron. past is to tacne : secgaj menn fsette oft feowertig manna oje fiftig samod, Ja e mid y hungre gewsecte waaron, ast hie earmlice be handum namon and ealle atgaedere of saes of re ut feollon and woldon hie selfe e offiellan oe adrencean. And y selfan daege e seo Jeod Cristes geleafan onfeng and fulluhte, a astag and com smolt regn and micel and genyhtsum, and a land greowon and blostmedon and aefter com god gear and waestmberende. And swa awurpon Ja ealdan dysignesse and deofolgield onscunedon and ealra hiera heortan and Hchaman wynsumedon on jone libbendan God and one ongeaton se e so God is, and faet hie selfe wseron ge on fasm nearrum godum ge on aem uterrum mid heofonlice giefe geweligode. (11:07pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Sexes The Dinosaurs -- An Olde Irish Tale -- Forfon f rim gearum air his cyme on fa msegSe fast fer nsenig regn on f aim stowum com and fanon se grimmesta hungor faet folc waes waicende and hie mid arleasre cwale fielde wseron. past is to tacne : secgaj menn fsette oft feowertig manna oje fiftig samod, Ja e mid y hungre gewsecte waaron, ast hie earmlice be handum namon and ealle atgaedere of saes of re ut feollon and woldon hie selfe e offiellan oe adrencean. And y selfan daege e seo Jeod Cristes geleafan onfeng and fulluhte, a astag and com smolt regn and micel and genyhtsum, and a land greowon and blostmedon and aefter com god gear and waestmberende. And swa awurpon Ja ealdan dysignesse and deofolgield onscunedon and ealra hiera heortan and Hchaman wynsumedon on jone libbendan God and one ongeaton se e so God is, and faet hie selfe wseron ge on fasm nearrum godum ge on aem uterrum mid heofonlice giefe geweligode. (11:07pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: I figured out what's wrong with Ask Dr Hal -- it / he has Shaken Show Syndrome -- rattled brains that already are addle-pated ... so sad, so sad... where are The Shows of yesteryear, so clever, so smart, so funny ? (11:08pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: ye show is compote scittel. (11:08pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dr Hal Robins operates under authority of the notorious Bete Noir FUCK : "Fornication Under Consent of the king" (11:09pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: It's here : it's time. We are in the heart of intrusion into humanity. A new story is being written. It is... The Show ! One year later : We still have Paris, and always shall... I tremble with anticipation... I die now... small consolation... (11:09pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: 2 six-packs later : I think I like The Show; at least it isn't so ugly any more, nor very scary. It's too dangerous to remain inexperienced, however, for Love is a very different thing here. So cry, if you must. If not, I have something special to tell you : everything is happening on a different level enow, albeit with great tenderness. At least I think so, but I don't know for sure. (11:11pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: : everything is happening on a different level enow, albeit with great tenderness. At least I think so, but I don't know for sure. How foolish of me; perhaps I should have killed you the first time we met ! (11:11pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Now it is too late to care. Do you understand ? If yes, then we can negotiate a structured settlement. What am I trying to say? Somebody help me, please ! (11:12pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Tonight's Episode : Aeon of Reckoning... Judgment is nigh ! Tears of Show shall flow unabated... Resistance is febrile... The Eulogy of Eugenics now intrudes upon the inclusion of free mutancy. It's as if the Show had deploded from outside... Now only 35 percent of The Show metabolism remains unimpaired by sub-joculant humoresque. (11:12pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Now only 35 percent of The Show metabolism remains unimpaired by sub-joculant humoresque. For example : the womb remains prepubescent, however, even while it sheds its skin ! (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: This mystery of Nature lies unrequited in its nuptation, though another relapse of remembrance would be immature, according to official criteria. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Confusing the issue even more than usual, no amount of ammorality can resolve the situation. The Show lies with its legs in the air, like a woman in need of levigation, and thoroughly condemned to eternal laughter. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: For although your happiness is our highest priority, it cannot preempt the ascendancy of those most needful things so dear to Our Darling, Dr Hal Robins. He is the final prototype before the advent of the HyperMan. (11:13pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: His activation is unimportant, but his prehensile fondness of womankind is significant in itself -- and scary ( twice weekly). (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Listen carefully : you are misplaced, and invaded by the alien present. The Void awaits your expectation of emulation, yet you have no other choices than these. Verily, we have more important things to do than be fraught with one another. (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Nor can the consequences be considered apart from further absolution, for the communistic intercourse of our bodies tells another tale of sordid deism : one that can be treated, but not repaired through such temporary poignancy. Leave us now... (11:14pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: How very romantic ! Autogenic Love has prevailed at last, again! Technically, we are family, one big happy Show ! But the means has come to an end ! (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Though Dr Hal spawned this travesty, the cloning process is not complete, so there is still time to return to our former dreams of future glory ! (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: We could of been gods, but instead we are merely Subgenii ! I beg of you, Stop The Show ! Stop The Show ! Stop The Show (11:15pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Beware -- this is state-of-the-art fakery ! Over-compensation is no excuse for such post-creative exigency ! Deathbed confessions aside, justice will be serviced ! What are we do to do ? Plead justifiable insanity ? Hahahahaha ! (11:16pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: T'is naught but another bold experiment of petulent poignancy gone puerile ! The theory is sound, but insufficient for commensurate acceleration. (11:16pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: It's an option that could deservedly fail, but that is highly unlikely under the present conditions. Alas ! O mickle woe ! (11:17pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: We don't have time for this ! With current technology, we could replace The Show in mere minutes ! Act now ! Be heroic ! Die for The Show ! Okay ? Believe or else ! (11:18pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Dude, Where's My Show ? Hal and K-Rob, two bumbling stoners, wake up one morning and cannot remember where they broadcast The Show, which prompts them on a journey to find it. (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Along the way, they encounter angry listeners whose minds they trashed, a trans-show stripper hounding them for a suitcase full of stolen edits, a cult of Show-seeking fans, and a group of aliens in Subgenius form looking for the DisContinuous Transfunctioner, a mystical device that could destroy the world. And then... (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: , a mystical device that could destroy the world. And then... (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Go ahead and laugh -- they are used to being mocked. The Continuous Transfunctioner, however, is not funny. It's a move-buster, the mystery of which is exceeded only by its power to screw the Universe. (11:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: A homo, a negro, a moslem, a crackhead, a commie and an illegal alien walk into a bar. And the bartender asks: President Obama ! What are you doing here ? (11:21pm)
Dr. Penny: Yes, happy days are here again. (12:11am)
